Sometimes it’s the little things. One of my fondest memories isn’t going to the games or going to 17th. Don’t get me wrong, those are the obvious ones but I have this memory of watching game 1 of the San Jose series with my gf at a home she was house sitting for a family member. After the game we took their dog for a walk and walked down 14st around northmount dr. I was wearing my flames jersey and the entire walk was nothing but cars honking and people leaning out their windows cheering. It was such an amazing feeling to see how the whole city was on board. Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.
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