I won't waste words explaining the Flyers' historic comeback playoff series win earlier tonight.
I can't craft an intricate list of embedded videos exploring this team's most moving moments.*
I refuse to delve into any hockey-related topic beyond a single word:
These delicious deserts have been proud sponsors of our home team for decades. Flyers' victory and prepackaged sweets are synonymous, so much so that amongst my friends, 'goals' are now referred to as 'Tastykakes.' In fact, it has become tradition to consume a Tastykake product with every Flyer goal. This is not strange; this is synesthesia.
I literally taste every goal.
I get to savor every goal.
Tonight, courtesy of the Philadelphia Flyers, I was lucky enough to enjoy four butterscotch Krimpets. And these same sponge cakes spelled doom for the Boston B(ruin)s...a cream-filled specter that I hope haunts them for a long, long time.
For now I will restock the the pantry. I will prepare for a conference final in which, with the help of the Broad Street Bullies, many treats will die. But their sacrifice, as always, will rightly serve to advance my team and fatten my hopes.
A fair trade.
Symbiosis at its finest.
*Canadian Tuxedo already did.
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