The middle of the season may not be the the most opportune time to start writing about any sports team, but my relationship with hockey has never been a traditional one. Growing up in central Pennsylvania it was all about football, a sport that I have minimal interest in. When I moved to the suburbs of Philadelphia the summer before fourth grade, I was quickly exposed to the eloquently rough and tumble sport of hockey through the Flyers and was instantly hooked. I picked up the game in high school after years of watching from the stands and have been playing ever since.
Now, living in Florida, I still follow the team closely tuning into every broadcast I can. They keep me attached to my roots and give me something to do on a Tuesday night. This year, I noticed something; the more I watched, the more I wanted to write. While I had thought about covering the Flyers before, I had never had the time between school and work. Now, with one of those completed, I find myself having the free time to put my thoughts down on paper. So here it goes, mid season, with storylines already in motion, I will attempt to contribute something of substance to the conversation.