Back in E day . . . my husband and I had Philadelphia Flyers’ season tickets.
Back in E day . . . we would make the two-plus hour round trip to the arena a couple times each week to attend games, arriving home after midnight.
Back in E day . . . I lived and died with every win and every loss.
Back in E day . . . I bled orange and black.
Back in E day . . . I was in my 20s and 30s.
Back in E day . . . I knew nothing more fun or powerful or exciting than this:
Congratulations, Eric Lindros. The announcement of your appointment into the Hockey Hall of Fame has reminded this 50-year-old woman, who is now in bed before NHL night games are over, what a wonderful, huge part of my life your sport once was. I am grateful that your hockey years were my hockey years, back in E day.