On a fine spring day such as this, a young man's thoughts turn naturally toward sunlight, breezes, cafe terraces, sidewalk pubs, and greening city parks through which couples stroll, pretty girls jog, and dogs bound. Also, the Philadelphia Flyers. If there's one team I associate with springtime mirth, it's the goddamn Flyers.
Go Thrashers.
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Might I dare say that was actually a complete game we played? Outstanding effort, outstanding crowd. Praying for the season sweep tomorrow. Wrong team, and wrong sport but I think it deserves saying: Go Thrashers, finish the drill. GATA.
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