Is this the beginning of the end of really bad Versus ads?
Finally an ad that tries to sell the actual game. Now if only they could spring for color.
Is this the beginning of the end of really bad Versus ads?
Finally an ad that tries to sell the actual game. Now if only they could spring for color.
What a night. To get so far in a game, having 1 goal hold up. Seeing Mike Richards go down with an injury and having the building go so quiet you’d have thought the pope had died. Not long after to have little Scottie Upshall shout “Give me those Richards minutes” with a crushing body check. And then, in the last minute, with the crowd going absolutely wild supporting the effort and finally ending this damned losing….but oh no Flyers fans. You must suffer more deeply. Hockey sucks.
Two weeks ago, the Philadelphia Flyers were just 3 points shy of first place in the Eastern Conference, in first place in the Atlantic Division. Today, they are in tenth place in the conference, last in the division, and sinking fast in the hearts of Comcast Countrymen.
Why? Some excuses for injuries, of course. It kills to be missing Gagne, although actually it helps to know for sure he isn’t coming back this season. Lupul is a bigger loss, because he’s been in the lineup and very productive more often than Gags has this year, and the team really misses his high energy and physical presence on top of the skill.
As much of a focus of fan dissatisfaction as he’s been, Hatcher had been a key penalty killer on this team. And both extended absences for him have resulted in Flyers slumps.
But even the injury-depleted crew has been able to come up with wins here and there earlier in the season. And did some of that without Gagne and without Lupul.
Still, it’s becoming more and more difficult to watch the clear signs of a team in distress.
It’s becoming more and more difficult to watch, easily as frustrating for the fans, who are starting to pick scapegoats and savage them in the arena with the taunting boos of discontent. It’s always seemed counterproductive to me. Do you remember any player getting better because he was being booed?
The Flyers desperately need to come out Saturday with guns blazing and play like they can, not like they have been. Or suddenly, this will become another long discouraging season.
Today is Hockey Day in Canada, which is my favorite holiday. I love watching (thank you, NHL Center Ice) the Hockey Night in Canada crew bringing the game, and all its faces–young, old, pro, amateur, boys, and girls–to show how wonderfully rich the game makes Canada (and those of us who are hockey mad, if not Canadian).
My hockey day started with a special event courtesy of the Philadelphia Flyers. As a season ticket holder, I put my name in the hat to be a so-called “Benchwarmer.” About 10 days ago I got a call from the Flyers that I’d won the lottery and would be allowed to sit on the Flyers bench during warmups for today’s Flyers game. When I mentioned I had only one seat, but would like to bring arena neighbors, they were kind enough to let me bring two.
So today I was joined by my friend Mickey Melchiondo of Ween (site warning! occasionally inappropriate for youth) and his friend George for our adventure in benchwarming. After tromping down into the bowels of the Wachovia Center, we walked down the tunnel to the bench. We were warned to stay seated on the bench, in order to avoid being high sticked by passing players.
The day after Ron Hextall’s heartfelt speech and well-deserved ovations talk has been about the bust unveiled at the ceremony inducting Hexy into the Flyers Hall of Fame. The bust, clumsily manhandled by GM Paul Holmgren, was not the bust of Hextall. There apparently, in spite of all the time taken planning this event, was a problem with the Hextall bust.
But what hasn’t been mentioned is that the painting of Hextall that was presented to him and his family (and, in the form of a poster, given to each fan in attendance) clearly shows a blue-eyed Hexy. Hextall, for anyone who remembers seeing him play with a certain unrestrained ferocity, has brown eyes.
So that’s two of three presentations that went awry. We can only hope the watch given to Hextall’s wife Diane is what it appears, and not a cheap knockoff.