Dear Philadelphia Flyers, a.k.a. God’s Chosen Hockey Club: You don’t know me, but I’ve known you.  I grew in Pennsylvania and have bled orange and black all of my 45 years on this planet.  Being honest, I still miss the Spectrum. I live in Arkansas now, far away from real hockey, and sometimes think I’m the only person in my area who even knows that a “blue line” is more than a bunch of cops standing in a line waiting for their orders at Dunkin’ Donuts.  For years, I wore my #88 Lindros jersey with pride because there’s nothing I like more than someone...