An Open Letter

Jaromir, all is forgotten.

The "dying alive" on your side, the constant booing on ours.

We can make this work. We can do it.



Together.



This has always been your home. That Hossa thing was just a fling. What we have together is real. I can tell there's still feelings between us. We just need to put the last few years aside and remember the good times. The Stanley Cups. The scoring titles. The mullet.



Please come home.