Do you kiss the Flyers Asses 24/7???

Seriously? You haven't been paying attention. I saw this on Twitter, directed at another fan, but it might as well have been directed at me...because as a matter of fact, yes, yes I DO kiss the Flyers asses 24/7, 365. And yes, I might kiss more than their asses if I weren't married, but that is an entirely different topic. I frigging BLEED orange and black. I was in TEARS when that mullet having rat bastard Kane scored in Game 6, and won the Cup in our house. My schedule is dictated by the Flyers schedule...and I shit you not. Our family vacation is the first week of September, so that when I come home, rather than feeling bummed about vacation being over, I can get down to the business of the Flyers. When my husband and I picked our wedding date, we had to make sure it would not be during the season...we picked June 27th, to be sure. My son, the only child I will ever be able to have naturally, came home in a Flyers onesie.

Cute little punkin, isn't he? There is a Flyers flag hanging proudly outside my home EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. Even the day after they didn't win Game 6. Even after the Boston series last season. I understand that some Flyers fans like to bitch and moan about the trades, how badly the team is playing, and so on and so forth. That is your prerogative. I however, prefer to just love the team...with my entire heart. I will always believe, each and every year, that the Flyers can win the Stanley Cup, until they lose the fourth game of a playoff series. I watched every heartbreaking minute of every game of the horrifying season we do not not speak of. The miracle comeback, after being down 0-3, may have shocked some, but I left work the day of Game 4, 5, 6 and 7 saying "It ain't over until someone wins four games." The day after Game 6 of the SCF, my husband tried to "console" me, and I told him, and I quote: "I am sorry honey, but my heart wouldn't be in it. My heart is broken right now...I love you, but I loved them first". I guess you really don't ever get over that first love. So, go ahead and cry about Richards being traded, about Bryz costing too much...about how we don't have a chance to even make the playoffs this season.  Forgive me if I don't join you...I am busy designing my Stanley Cup party menu. Here's a hint: the color scheme is black and orange.