Early this morning, in the Eyes on Isles group chat, one of our writers (Andrew Tessler) put forth a fill-in-the-blanks question: The New York Islanders make you feel (blank) because (blank). Here’s the G-rated version of my answer.
As soon as I saw the question, I felt like I had gone through one of my old Mad-Libs books. Immediately, my mind started churning out expletives littered with the words “goaltending” and “defense”. It didn’t help that it was 5:40 AM, but I digress.
It didn’t take long to come to a surprising (but not really) answer. The New York Islanders make me feel stupid because I’m an optimist who gets way too invested in the good times just to get my spirit crushed again and again by this team.
And I keep coming back for more, like Rocky vs. Ivan Drago, even though I already know, they will break me. I show unlimited amounts of confidence in them, never giving up hope. But, without fail, win or lose, I perpetually end up getting my face pounded in by this team.
I’ve written on this site, on many occasions, that the “real” Islanders would eventually show up and save the season. That they’re just too talented offensively and have enough talent on defense and in net to turn things around and make a run.
I’ve been pushed to the brink by this team, once again. Their play over the last few months has given more people heartburn than a certain fast-food restaurant with a cowboy-hat for a logo, who also “has the meats”.
I’ve been guilty of a lot of things (a lot), but letting a bad season get the best of me and lose faith in my team has never been one of them. I won’t ever stop rooting for, or believing, in the New York Islanders. But, man, does it hurt to sometimes.
In the end, no matter what I say here and what goes through my head at 5 AM after watching another tough Isles loss, I’ll still be watching and I’ll still be hoping. After being knocked down so many times, I’ll still keep getting up.