Look, dropping Game 2 in overtime after Vladar stands on his head for 40 saves is brutal enough. But the real emotional damage didn't happen on the ice. It happened in the parking lot.
I’ve lived down here in Raleigh for about 10 years, so I know the vibe. I'm walking to my car after the final horn, fully expecting to get absolutely roasted. I walk past a group of eight grown men in Canes gear.
The chirp was so lame..."what are you? From Jersey?" I was just like yeah I was born in Burlington Township. And he was like... uh yeah!
Then, out of nowhere, an 8-year-old boy walks right past me, literally farts in my face, looks me dead in the eye and yells, "Flyers suck!"
I couldn't even be mad. I turned around to the eight grown men and just said, "This kid has better material than all of you."
Between that parking lot biological warfare and Carolina having "Jarvis's buddy from Canada" ring the warning siren before the game, Raleigh is a surreal place, man.
We need to bounce back at home. I need to fart back.