Yesterday late at night, one of the most improbable playoff runs in sports history ended. Actually, I should have been minding the Dutch elections more, but when it comes to hockey, you have to set priorities. My mind chose the Flyers unconsciously I guess, as that was the first thing on my mind when I woke up.

To all of those that missed it (I think most of you), here’s a recap. The Philadelphia Flyers hockey team needed 82 games to get to the playoffs. This included the final game shootout series that was won, one shot lifted them to the playoffs instead of their vacation homes. Up against the second seed, they routed them 4-1 in games and they were off to the next round. Boston won the first 3 of a best of 7 series. Game over?

Not at all. The Flyers went off to win the next 3 games and went to Boston for game 7. In line with the series, Boston came up big with a 3-0 start, but Philly went on to win the game eventually and become only the 4th club in North American Sports playoff history to come back from a 3-0 games deficit. An epic story was about to unfold.

After having dispatched the 8th seed in the Conference Finals (half-final for us Europeans) the Flyers were off to the Stanley Cup Finals. There they met the Chicago Blackhawks which they battled, but not bruised. Their quest for glory stopped after 6 games and went on Epic #Fail.

Why am I posting this story on this blog? Shouldn’t I be talking about the Dutch elections, Geert Wilders party becoming the 3rd in Hollands and start the mindfantasy of formations? Ehm no. Strange but true (or not) I was inspired by sports, not by politics. I admired taking pucks to the mouth, 87 stitches, bruising checks, glory, failure, good times, bad times, coming back from failure and full blown passion and a mission more than rhetorics.

I’m expecting our new government to do the same.