When I was a kid there were two teams to route for, either the Rangers or the Flyers.
One parade through the canyon of heroes would trump 100 parades around a parking lot.
Anyone over 35 who routes for the other team either grew up in South America and just discovered hockey, moved from Colorado to follow their team or jumped ship on their favorite team (aka classless) or lived in a hockey closet and came out later in life.
