Philly Gets Its Wings. And Then They Fly away
I can’t write who score. How many assists were had. I can’t write about the number of saves. I cannot pretend that game was normal. I was there. But my heart was breaking. Every quarter, every minute, every play. I knew it was the end. Here is my reflection: Today feels like I’ve been broken up with by the same person for the second time. The first time it was…





