Karma can be a bitch, but it can also be the shit. It just depends on what you do to set off the cycle.
As far as the Buffalo Sabres are concerned, they're due for some good luck. No, not because of anything they've done on the ice, but because Buffalo's generous old uncle, Terry Pegula, gave Friend of Philadelphia Ville Leino a bajillion dollars over the next six years. Granted, Big Ville Style only has 2 points in 10 games, but it was still a really nice thing to do for a relatively unproven foreigner.
So we'd like to do something for Buffalo in return. And that something is to get a young Buffalonian named Justin an MJ, or at least an HJ, from a young Buffalionette.
We recently came across this ad in Craigslist's Personals, Buffalo Style:
To anyone interested,
Looking for a date for the Sabres game this Wednesday, as my friends are all working. No pressure, I'm just looking to get to know someone new, and maybe this is a good way to go about it. I'd like to go grab some drinks before, maybe like Cobblestone or Pearl Street? I have seasons so the ticket is on me (maybe you could buy me a drink if you want, haha!)
A little about me, I'm 5'10, blonde hair, blue eyes. No I'm not jacked, super tanned, have amazingly good celebrity looks (although a couple people have said I look like Justin Bieber but I don't agree!) or anything like that, so if that's all you are looking for don't bother. I like to think I'm pretty funny, but I'm a bit sarcastic so if you can't take it best you know now. I got a house in North Tonawanda, I also work a lot and go to school, so I don't have a lot of free time but when I do I like to have a good time. Obviously Sabres games are one of my favorite things to do, but besides that I think I'm just like anyone else (Watching movies, partying, hanging out with friends, etc.)
If you are interested send me a response (put something creative in the subject so I know it's not spam.) Let me know a little about yourself or whatever and include a picture, I will respond with a picture as well.
Talk to you soon,
Ladies…he got a house.
So here's a nice guy looking to have a fun time at a game with a random lady, not because his friends don't exist, but because they all work from 7-10 on Wednesdays. He likes to party (hopefully code for "do coke") and he's old enough to drink and all you have to do is buy this Bieber namesake, and possibly facesake, a single beer and you get to enjoy a Sabres hockey game for free! WTF are you waiting for?!?
Also he basically cannot kidnap you. He's pretty much spelling that out - that his short, unjacked, pale body couldn't really wrestle you into a trunk, Dexter style.
So let's come together, as the strong hockey community we are, and get this kid Justin a superfine date to tomorrow night's Flyers-Sabres game.
I understand why writers are upset about Ilya Bryzgalov not talking to the media - it affects their livelihood. But as a fan, I could care less. As a matter of fact, I could care less if any of the Flyers spoke to any of the media, or each other, or their parents ever again. I'm really much more concerned with the moments when the clock on that giant scoreboard is running. Otherwise, these guys' opinions mean about as much to me as I'm sure mine do to them.
I imagine real writers (I myself am not one) are particularly upset because they've just had 9 years of 50% quoted articles taken away from them. But as someone who really doesn't care to watch any of the interviews on Flyers.tv or read anything but the loose pucks/notes sections of any writer's articles, I don't feel affected.
I'm not trying to take a personal dig at the Flyers writers individually, or the PR person on the website, it's just...mainstream writing has either gone astray or not kept up with the times. It's all too templated. And it's a template full of meaningless quotes. And there's 10 versions of the same story. What other industry does the source produce the product and give it to the masses for free (the price of a cable package and internet service for interviews) and then 10 other companies present that free information in comically similar ways? I know I'm brushing up against the iceberg of an issue that is the business model of modern day media, but come on.
I'm reading a book right now called The Game of Our Lives by Peter Gzowski, in which he's following the 1980-81 Edmonton Oilers on their 6 month odyssey also known as the NHL season. Excluding where Gzowski is recreating a conversation, he uses probably less than a quote a page. He's actually writing. I understand deadlines are tight, people want their information quickly, and the bottom line is the bottom line, but who cares if the fans don't get to hear from Bryzgalov himself after he has a shitty game? Who cares if I don't get to read a quote from Claude Giroux on his 4 point night. Who cares if I can't get Jody Shelley's first hand opinion on a hit from behind?
The answer to those questions isn't surprising - only the writers.
Which is why you're reading about it.no comments
I have to tell you, as a commoner, the New Year's Eve Alumni Game is looking a lot more appetizing to me from both a financial and timing point of view. Not being a season ticket holder in New York or Philly, I had resigned myself to getting on StubHub early, and even if it meant me taking a chubby, I would suck it up. But, with or without Michael Renberg in the lineup, just to see The Big E take the ice in The City of Brotherly Love after 10 freaking years of exile…that might just be too much to pass up at (hopefully) half the price of the Winter Classic's main event.
I think a lot of you might feel the same way.
Even though we only got 3% of the way on our Bring Eric Lindros Back to Philly online petition (because a lot of you are apparently lazy, illiterate donkeys) there were some real nice sentiments expressed by some of the real hockey fans in this city (I'm not bitter at all).
You pretty much said it all:
Click on this link to see the full sized chart.
Some individual comments that struck a chord include:
- Come on E ! Please come back ! You and i hung out a few times with a girl named michelle I have plenty of pics of you me and her ! PLEASE COME BACK
- I love Big E he was the most dominate player when he was healthy and things were good between him and the organization. He was amazing to watch and was the face of Philly sports in the 90's. Love ya Big E hope you come back, we want you back. F*&$ the Bobby Clarke BS.
- Eric Lindros put an average Flyers team on his back and brought them to the cup. He should be praised for his skill and excitement he brought to Philly.
- I was young, & I still remember Eric Lindros as one of my first sports heroes. Bring back Big E!!
- Eric Lindros made me become a hockey player and fan. I was too young to even comprehend that he existed off the ice when he was at his best, and I was too old to care when everything went bad. The Big E is my favorite Flyer in my lifetime.
And so on, and so on….
Needless to say we're ecstatic he's coming back. And we can all only hope that this is the first step towards him being inducted into at least one Hall of Fame.
Lost in the forest.
Tonight the Hurricanes invade South Philly to take on the Flyers. The high scoring, high goal allowing Flyers will look to calm thing downs in their own end while taking care of a pesky Canes team. Bryz said it best himself, "I am terrible. The offense scores eight goals and we are still losing. It's obviously a terrible goalie and that's me."
Wow. When was the last time a Philly goaltender has been that candid about his own play? Bryz needs to battle his own demons while still maintaining the starters role. He put himself into this pressure cooker, and it's up to him to play his way out of it. It's too early to start sounding alarms, but Bryzgalov and the rest of the defense needs to play better. Without Pronger, they look lost, something that is surprising to me considering KimmoTimmo, Coburn and Mesz have looked very strong to start this season.
Sometimes a goalie bails a team out, and it's awesome. This is a time where the team have to bail Bryz out. Play a more sound game, with fewer turnovers and better zone clearances. Bryz has shaky confidence, and i wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the club felt the same. The only way to shake it is to lace up the skates and hit the ice with determination. If not, these early season points the Flyers are missing out on could come back to haunt them. Let's Go Flyers.no comments
I suspect you would like to know what I think about last night's 9-8 loss to the Winnipeg Jets. I suspect that's why you're here.
To me, the loss was…unfulfilling.
Neither Flyers comeback really had me interested as much as I would have thought. Between the second and third period it really settled in that what I was watching was not a hockey game at all, but a true, real life shit show. It was like a poorly written children's book that's difficult to follow because the author thinks he's the M. Night Shyamalan of Roald Dahls.
Part of me thinks Gary Bettman or his corporate enforcer, Brendan Shanahan, should step in and award neither team two points. I've never really known myself to be a snooty hockey fan, but I guess I enjoy a well-played game. Not whatever that was.
And this horse has been beat to death so hard it's come back to life, but I don't really care how great of a guy Jody Shelley is in the locker room. I'm a great guy everywhere and I don't get dick for it. It was a mistake to sign him at all, compounded by the more severe mistake of paying him like one of those high class prostitutes, even further compounded by the contract's length. Obviously giving up 9 goals on 25 shots is not all on him. What is on him is not clearing the puck on a regular old-fashioned breakout when the game was 7-6 Flyers. The next time the puck left the zone it was in the ref's hand and the scoreboard read 7-7.
All those wasted high-fives from Ed Snider. He probably won't wake up until noon today, having expended all that energy. And for nothing.
So the Flyers have lost 4 of their last 5 on the back of a giveaway epidemic. I think Peter Laviolette needs to focus on just that. Not the forecheck, not the powerplay, not faceoffs, not puck battles. He needs to get this club to believe that the one thing they don't do in their own zone, when they have the puck on their stick, is give it to the other team. That's it. "We're the best in the league at leaving our zone." That's where this team needs to get.
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In happier news, of all the votes for first goal last night, Danny Briere was the clear consensus. Had the contest been "3rd and 5th" goal a lot more people would have been in last night's drawing. As it stands, there were only a handful of Scoot Hootnell's picked, and although @flyersfan124 (Ashley) almost won for the second week in a row, it was the extremely gangsta profile pic'd @Mager_jim who survived our random drawing from a Reading Royals Reebok 11k. So congrats Jim. Hit us up on DM or email us at firstname.lastname@example.org with your choice of shirt, size, and address.
Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to goals against.
Jammon Bryz, right the ship. Let's Go Flyers.
PS. If Matt Walker is even IN Pennslyvania at the start of this game tonight, I say we all.....Occupy Broad Street. DO YOU FUCKIN' GET IT??
PPS: It's T-Shirt Thursday in these parts. Full rules here. Do it.
Just a reminder that it's FREE T-SHOT THURSDAY for the last time in Rocktober.
You could have one of these beautiful shirts (or any of the other 50+) for free. All you have to do is email us, tweet at us, or drop a deuce in the comments with the name of the Flyer you think will score first tonight.
Everyone who choses the player who scores will be put into a drawing and the winner can select any of the shirts in our store. No shipping. No tax. No nude pics required.
Rules for all you hamsters out there:
- 1 entry per email address, 1 per commenter name, 1 per twitter handle (so you could enter 3 times)
- that's it.
As if Occupy Wall Street wasn't enough, this NY Mag article was the final straw. If you don't feel like reading it it's basically a rewrite of this MORLEY SAFER story from 3 years ago, with a recession spin to it. If you don't want to click on that, let me sum it up for you:
People between the ages of 18 and 30 are screwed because of their parents and the system and history and the economy.
I was born on July 27, 1981. I was a B- student and got a 1340 on my SATs back when there were only two parts. I went to college and my parents paid for it. I wasn't as serious about my academics as I should have been in college but still managed to swing an entry-level job at a financial services firm 2 months after I graduated. I've worked extremely hard during some periods and just hard enough during others, and have managed to stay employed since 2004.
Age-wise I'm a Millennial, but I just don't share this self-righteous, still entitled point of view, and I honestly think it might have something to do with hockey.
From the ages of 8 to 18 I played hockey for my schools and on clubs. That means every other day I was around some good coaches and some bad, some good teammates and some assholes. So while I stopped playing at 18 I would argue that my current perspective was shaped partially by hockey. And the advice I would give anyone who buys this overly-generalized, woe-is-my-extremely-unique generation bullshit surely is twofold:
1. If you want something and you're not achieving it, work harder or work different.
2. Shut the fuck up - no one who doesn't personally know you could give a shit about your feelings.
If you've been around here before you know that I give hockey personalities as much shit as anyone for not saying anything during interviews, but the script they've settled on may actually have been perfected over the generations to provide what essentially are lessons on how to be an adult, not just an NHL ventriloquist's dummy. These guys never blame other people for their bad decisions, they never blame circumstances that were out of their control, and they always offer a solution which is inevitably some thing to do with hard work or team efficiency (working smarter together).
And as a matter of fact, hockey might also serve as a decent metaphor for those suffering souls confused by the fact that their hard work hasn't landed them their own personal plane and seat on the board of Facebook. Some of us, no matter how hard we work, are not destined to make it to NHL. We just weren't born with or developed the smarts and skill to be incredible - not everyone is a genius. A lot of us won't even make it to the AHL or the ECHL. But maybe there's room in the SPHL, the CHL, or some tier II league in Europe. I'll tell you what, you're never going to find out if you don't bust your ass. Paint more, mop more diligently, be more corporate, write more posts, make more music. Whatever it is.
I also have advice for today's parents. I was recently talking to a youth hockey coach and he was telling me that some of the parents of the kids on his peewee team were upset because he ran their children after a game they lost. A game in which the effort level was unacceptable and systems were not followed. Parents were calling him and either berating or crying to him about how you can't treat children like that.
Parents: teach your children solid values, let them know they will always be loved, and then feed them to the world. Nurture their wounds in a productive way when they get home, but don't put them back in their diapers. They need to get taken to task by coaches, they need to go cage-to-cage against other kids their age and stick up for their teammates, they need to be held accountable for mistakes in this construed, simulated adult-like environment.
I was coming back from mono during the fall of my senior year of high school when my new coach pulled me aside, not 3 days after my first practice in which I puked on the ice during a bag skate, to tell me that I was his 13th forward. Somewhere during the course of the discussion he asked me what I thought he could do to help me get back to where I was that summer, when he saw me make the U.S. team at Elite Prospects Camp in Montreal. I don't know if it was for lack of anything to say, I pray it was, but I told him I thought I could use a bit more positive reinforcement. During practice that day I scored in some meaningless drill and he gave me an ambiguous "way to go to the net", and I have never forgotten it. It haunts me a bit.
When I was in a situation where the only thing I could do was get in better shape, work harder on the ice, study more film, get in some off-ice stick work, or a million other little things that were under my control, all I did was ask for praise.
In the New York Magazine article I linked to earlier the writer tells the story of a friend named Sam who was an over achiever in science and math in high school, and then decided to take literature courses in college because he wanted to get a high GPA. When he graduated he took a wood workers apprenticeship, and when that didn't work out, took a series of other jobs before realizing he had fucked every thing up. He blames himself, the writer blames society.
And that's the problem - Sam has it right, she has it wrong. Sam made some bad, under-informed decisions, and now he has to work his way out of that hole. The lottery isn't going to come through, it's all up to him.