Purgatory. A temporal void where lost souls await their fate. Not quite good enough, not quite bad enough. Unable to join the joyousness above, but not yet suffering the scorn and hopelessness of those below. A place to pay for the sins committed before, where full cleansing is often necessary, but never easy to accomplish.
Unfortunately for the Flames and their fans, this is where they’ve been mired ever since their glimpse of heaven in 2004, following seven years of torturous hell. They have consistently found themselves floating in the very middle, not quite good enough to join the league’s elite, not quite bad enough to justify a blow-up and rebuild.
Hell hath no fury like an embittered Flames fan. They are sick of their placement and might even welcome the burn of the coals if it meant that one day the Flames would rise again. Yet the team remains on that bubble. Winning when hope seems all but lost. Losing when they sit on the verge of emergence.
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