Being a Philly sports fan is hard. It is always something. Some drama, some story that makes us look stupid, some franchise player chased out of town to have his glory elsewhere. One of the most fraught and ridiculous stories to grace our town was the story of Eric Lindros. I personally fell in love with Eric Lindros very early on and thought that he would not only bring glory back to the Flyers, but make a fine father for my children.
Turns out I was wrong, on both counts. There are too many crazy and bizarre things that happened while he was a Flyer to go through here, but needless to say the high cost of high expectations caught up to him way too soon. After all the concussions, fights, the dad-as-manager drama, alleged drunken escapades and a collapsed lung, Eric was on his way out of town. But, he never did go on to have his glory somewhere else. And, I really hoped he would. But, it was not to be.
My bitterness over the whole situation has died over the years. And, mostly I'm just sorry it never worked out like it could have. It could have been good times for many years. But, like a lot of things, it never really delivered on the promises.
So, good luck with retirement Eric. I hope you have a good life. Lord knows it wasn't easy being one of Philly's favorite/hated sons. You did the best you could. Take care of your noggin, and remember, keep that head up crossing center ice.
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