I remember back in 2004, watching the Flames and their improbable playoff run in my mother's little senior's apartment. I'd go over and watch on her little 23 inch CRT television, mom would have her Flames jersey and pennet, and she'd have milk and cookies for me when I arrived. Sure, I watched some games at home, and some at various bars, but the best ones were at my mom's place.
Of course, in 2005 there was no hockey, and in 2006 when the playoffs started my mom was on her fourth and ultimately final battle with cancer. She was in a hospice now, and we tried to watch games, but mom was tired and slept a lot, and the Flames' series with Anaheim was only a small part of that horrible spring.
I went over one day, one of the last days, and some other family members were there - distant ones, out-of-towners - and mom was wearing an oiler jersey, and they were all going to cheer for edmonton as they played Anaheim in round 2. I was invited to stay, and my mom whispered that I should stay, and cheer along with them.
I left.
There is absolutely no scenario where I will cheer for the oilers, and to cheer for a Flames loss against them should be a jailable offence.
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