Dear Columbus Blue Jackets,
It's not me, It's you.
We've been together since before your 2000 season. I remember the excitement that stirred my city when trying to think of a name for the team. I loved the buzz created when the idea of "Mad Cows" surfaced as a potential nickname.
I remember how young and in love I was in that 2000 season with what was my first NHL team. Our relationship was new. I went to the 3rd game in the shiny new arena against Colorado and the crowd went crazy with each fight. Yes, the game was an eventual loss, but we were excited by the new relationship with our sports team.
The years passed. I still loved our team. I carried the flag. There was always the promise of the future with our team as we would be promised that next year would be different.
We had some great times together. Nash's goal against Phoenix is the greatest goal I have ever witnessed watching a game. Zherdev's goal against Chicago as he single-handedly threaded the entire defense from end to end may even be an equal to Nash's.
But it's about the misery and bad times. I don't want to drudge up the horrible past by listing all the bad things I've had to endure in this abusive relationship of me as the fan. It's just too hard and painful that I have been there faithfully and holding out hope for things to turn around.
I just don't care anymore.
I know you may try to sway me with a small winning streak the next few days or logic like "We've been together for 13 years!" or "All that time is just wasted if I don't stay with you."
As my buddy Shawn would say, "That's a sunk cost. [I'll] never get it back."
It's just time to say good-bye. I will always treasure you as my first hockey team, but it's just time to move on. You'll always hold a special place in my heart and I wish you the best.
Bryon
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