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.
Caption A - Don't front. You knew this picture was getting up here today.
Caption B - Whereas the guys on the left are rabid the gentleman in the brown coat on the right is just straight up proud.
Let's get this out of the way first: I RARELY watch hockey alone in my apartment in footed jean pajamas - The Canadian Bed Tuxedo.
But of all the times I have, I've sprung from the couch exactly three times.
And they were all last night.
I'm not sure what it is about Jagr, but it's spreading like the monkey aids in Contagion. Or Outbreak. Everyone in Philly fell in love with the guy during the preseason and shortly thereafter the national media fell in love with him when they found out he's a midnight skater, teaching skills to goons like Jody Shelley. It's just...I have no idea.
All three times he went in alone on Felix Potvin last night I found myself wondering "when the hell did I stand up?"
I almost saluted the flipping tv on his second goal. I just, I just...I just don't know.
He skates kind of weird, I'm always worried he's going to run out of breath, he randomly left the NHL for 3 years, I spent almost two decades not liking him and 3 years in New York actively hating him.
But as Fran would say, *swoon*.
I just hope he keeps up the decent play. The worst thing that could happen to the team (read: me) would be for Jagr to putter out and spend the 2nd half of the year recovering from the lower body injury also known as old balls.
The courtship is over and this fanboy is in love. Don't let me down, Jaromir. My Czechoslovakian Cheese Steak.
Sergei Bobrovsky and the Flyers play host to the Toronto Maple Leafs tonight down at the Well where Philly is going to try to break their two game losing streak against a familiar foe. This is going to be a blue collar game, with plenty of physical action (read: a ton of penalties) and a close game (read: probably a 14-12 final score). The Leafs are a quality hockey team, they are no longer considered the bottom dregs of the Eastern Conference. Brian Burke has assembled a solid core of young forwards, and a hard-nosed blue line. Sound familiar?
For a game against a team we don't have much of a rivalry with, there are a ton of subplots to tonight's game. Jody Shelley is making his first start of the season after being suspended in the preseason. Looks like he'll sub in for Nodl, who while decent on the PK, hasn't amounted to much in the offensive zone. Matt Walker is dressing tonight as the Flyers try to stock up their arms against the very physical Leafs team. There is also some Schenn on Schenn action tonight as Brayden takes on his older brother Luke. Brayden hasn't looked bad, but one has to wonder if somehow the team's losing funk and his call up from the Phantoms are related.
Both teams are still testing out their new parts, but that doesn't mean tonight's game isn't iimportant to both clubs. For the Flyers, stopping Phil Kessel is a key part of tonight's gameplan. Scientists believe he is on pace for 115 goals and a 436 points this year. He's come out of the gate scorching hot and has scored some very timely goals that have the Leafs sitting atop the Northeast early on in the season. Kessel is a very dangerous transitional player, the way Danny Briere used to play, and his persistent attacka nd offensive mindedness means the Flyers D need to be extra cautious each time Uncle Fester hits the ice.
Bob's in net to right the ship, and you better believe Scott Hartnell is scoring a cot dam goal tonight - I'd put money on it, if money was something that grew on soft pretzel trees. Break this early season funk on some Maple Leafs. Also, we're lifting the curfew, you can drink tonight. Yup. Tell everyone. Let's Go Flyers.no comments
The renissance of Scott Hartnell is upon us.
There have been plenty of stories written over the past two weeks about Hartnell's diminished role and decrease in ice time that have obviously led a number of people to jump to the conclusion that Hartnell will/should be traded. Which is ridiculous.
Forget for a moment about his NTC and his $4.2M cap hit and consider this - the guy's missed 3 games in 4 seasons as a Flyer while averaging 23 goals and 50 points. Yes he takes too many penalties but he also plays a gritty Flyers brand of hockey.
Well shit, if it's just because he hasn't scored a goal yet this season should we trade Jagr too?
We're 8% of the way into the season, and in 5th place in the conference. The Bryzgalov-Coburn miscommunication on Saturday was a visible example of a team that is still settling in and getting to know each other.
Speaking of Saturday, against the Blues Hartnell had the 6th most ice time of the forwards, he mixed it up with the Blues captain and took him off the ice, and led the team with 5 hits. And yes, he took a stupid cross checking penalty in the 3rd. Sometimes that's going to happen with him.
Hartnell's the type of player who will continue to work hard and he'll finally get through his little slump and find the back of the net.
Lavy was spot on about him and Jagr - you're not going to keep them off the scoresheet forever. And if the Flyers traded people for slumping Jeff Carter would have been on the block multiple times during his 45 goal season.
"We realized that we would have to become tougher, stronger and bigger," recalls Ed Snider. "We decided that no team would ever intimidate us ever again, and we conducted our drafts and we conducted our philosophy in that direction."
It's surprising to think that of all the teams that the Flyers have played since their inception in 1967, of all geographic and historical rivals, that the St. Louis Blues may have bad a bigger impact on the Philadelphia Flyers organization than any other team. The quote above is taken HBO's documentary, Broad Street Bullies, and is in reference to back-to-back playoff loses to the Blues in '68 and '69, the second of which Flyers chairman Ed Snider felt that the team had been pushed around and taken advantage of. And now the Bullies live in infamy.
To tell you the truth I've always kind of been a closet Blues fan. I'm not sure why. As far as American teams go in the Western Conference I've always been much more into the Red Wings, Blackhawks, Kings, and Blues than any other of the relocated or popped-up-in-the-90's clubs that litter the standings.
This also didn't hurt:
As far as this Blues team that our boys are facing off against tonight, the story line is simple - they were a really young team and they've brought in some really old dudes like Jason Arnott and Jamie Langenbruner to offer some veteran presence. Their 3-4 record shows that this tactic as provided mixed results.
There is going to be some young, fresh talent out there that you're going to want to take a good look at tonight in the form T.J. Oshie, Anthony Stewart, and Captain America David Backes. Otherwise the team's just a bunch of plugs playing in front of our old friend Jaroslav Halak, of former Montreal Canadiens fame.
And as far as the Flyers go, yeah, they kind of Shattenkirked the bed on Thursday. I'm sure that's going to stoke their fire tonight. I mean, they had 42 shots, they just need to put more of them in and not make dumbass plays in their own zone, and then even if they do, they shouldn't act like a bunch of depressed babies and give up. Just play hard every shift regardless of the score and the game will take care of itself.
We've got a one night stand with the Blues in South Philly this evening. The most important thing is we get two points. And then that no one gets injured. And then that Jagr scores.
But, actually, the real most important thing is that you consume an alcoholic beverage right now. If you're at home crack a cold one. If you're at a bar take a shot. If you're in the parking lot shotgun that biznatch.
It's the weekend.