I was seven years old when the Oilers won their last Stanley Cup.
I was four when Coffey was traded, five when Gretzky was sold, and all of eight when Messier was sent out of town.
My more formative years as an Oilers fan are punctuated with names like Mats Lindgren, Greg Devries and Gord Mark.
As such, I have moments where I am in disbelief that a guy like Jordan Eberle plays for my team. I don’t understand how such an exciting, natural talent can exist on a roster that I cheer for. I have trouble accepting that he’s on the ice scoring goals for my team and not against it.
And these moments of disbelief seem to be happening more and more frequently.
Jordan Eberle is worth the price of admission. And if you’ve purchased tickets for an Oilers game lately, you know that’s no small thing.
xolager
the.past.is.unwritten
hinkyharris
