I should disclaimer this entry. Disclaimer: Written from the perspective of an 18 year old me. Enough said.
As the last remnants of our Old Republic has been swept away by the Detroit scumbag Steve Yzerman, I find myself questioning my philosophy. Did I really love the Lightning? Or did I just love the mid-2000s? Of the team that I once loved more than my high school sweetheart, what is left? Not. A. Thing.
I accepted the uniforms. Even though they look like a cheap throwback knockoff. I even accepted trading away Lecavlier. LECAVLIER. He IS and always will be the REAL Lightning. I was still optimistic. But now. Now I can clearly see what professional hockey is all about. I wanted to remain a romantic. But forget that. My heart is dead.
I was the fool. I was the fool to believe anyone gave a damn about the fans. St.Louis didn't care. The organization doesn't give a damn. I don't blame Marty, he's just one man, with a family. This corporate factory called a 'team' is responsible for holding it together. But the owners and the scumbag Steve Yzerman only see bottom lines. They don't care about Tampa. They don't care about you. They have their mansions abroad. To them its just a job. They think the fans in Tampa are marks; they'll be there no matter what. Most of them are ignorant fools; is what they think. Disloyal Midwestern, Northeastern transplants. None of them really care about the Lightning, the history of the Lightning or the history of Tampa Bay sports. And they are absolutely right.
So I say forger Steve Yzerman, forget these owners who played the LOCAL born, LOYAL citizens of Tampa Bay for jerks and last of all, screw me for believing in professional American sports. I'm the fool for actually thinking any of it ever had any Hart or soul.
Go make your millions, hit your target, but I'll never be your mark again.
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