Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Tangled Up in Red, White, and Blue: A breakup letter to the Washington Capitals:

You were the ones who wanted a break.  After keeping me hanging on for weeks, you were the ones who told me there that would be no hockey this season. 

"Fine," I said.  Some time apart would be healthy, especially given last year’s emotional ending.  It’s funny how the same old problems always seem to resurface, isn't it?  Or maybe not so funny.

So I let you go, looking forward to our eventual reunion down the road, yes, but also ready to enjoy some “me” time.  Then BAM! without warning, you were back.  It had all been a terrible mistake!  We do still want to have hockey this season!  We can make it work!

I wasn’t interested in half-measures or half-seasons, and your poor performance in the early games only confirmed my initial belief that I was, indeed, better off ignoring you until next year.

It was cool.  I chilled with the ‘Skins, I caught up with the Wizards, I would even kick it with United from time to time.  Without you in my life, I went elsewhere for my Washington sports, and I was enjoying my freedom to roam.

But I kept hearing things about you around town.  About how you had really gotten things together, about how good you were looking these days.  Though I’ll admit that you were on my mind, I stayed strong in my resolution to stay away.

Then, all of sudden, there you were, again.  In the NHL playoffs, putting on a show that the whole city was watching.  The whole city except me.

I couldn’t take it.  I came back.  I came to see what you had to offer. 

You slapped me in the face and stormed out, again.

The same old issues, the same old fight.  Washington v New York, best of 7.  We just can’t seem to get past that one, can we?  But that’s not the whole problem.  Recurring issues are an inevitability in any serious, long-term relationship like ours.  It’s the way you handled it that really let me know I needed out.

I can still remember how you looked that night, the last time I saw you.  You were not yourself.  You weren’t even trying.  You weren’t fighting for us.  You barely even showed up.  Every time I looked at the television there was a NY guy knocking a Capital to the ice.  You didn’t play like you were in game 7.  You played like bums.

I’d been saying for years that DC needs to show the Caps more love, but if this is how we’re going to be treated, season after season, year after year, then I just don’t see why we should even try, why we should keep putting our hearts on the chopping block like that.

Anyway, don’t bother looking for me, I’ve already packed my things.  I’m going to go stay with the O’s for a while.  Yes, I know we have a new Baseball Team now, but that Baseball Team is not my Baseball Team!

So goodbye, Washington Capitals, I don’t love you anymore, and I’m never talking to you again.

Sincerely,
Kevin J. Mahoney
L. Koutras
et al


PS I love you and I’ll be back next season.  Let’s go Caps.

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