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The governor called
on Wednesday and gave the Flyers a stay of execution. They won game 4 at home against
Washington (they pretty much had to, or the fans would have lynched them in the
parking lot afterward). The series moves to Washington for Game 5 – gulp –
tonight.
I called it. Shayne
Gostisbehere darned near did score the winning goal on his birthday. He got the
first one, which would have stood as the winner except that the Caps refused to
give their former netminder a shutout on their watch. Steve Mason sat the game
out as Michal Neuvirth took over – I did not know this, but he’d apparently
been stellar throughout the regular season while Mason recovered from injury,
and while I understand loyalty to your go-to guy, I also agree with Don Cherry
when he says, “Don’t mess with a winning formula!” So often a second string group
will fight and win while a star is
sidelined, but when the star is okayed to return, the coach will bugger up the
chemistry by playing said star.
It likely has something
to do with the stupid salary cap. Geez, keep the high priced help on the
injured reserve list and let the grinders roll.
Yesterday, I was
asked if I was enjoying the Flyers in the playoffs. “No,” I replied before I
corrected myself. “I mean, I’m enjoying the space between the notes, but the
games themselves are agony.”
I should
probably adjust my attitude, but there is something in my carbon-based unit
that has great difficulty rising above the mob mentality at sporting events. Heck,
at any competitive event. A few years ago, I was on the office trivia team for
the Branch Brainiac Championship and we would have won if they hadn’t changed
the rules during the final. I’m still choked about it, too. It’s against my
higher-self principles, but even as I go fetal in my chair, I will scream for
blood where I am emotionally invested … and I am all in with Philadelphia.
Go, Flyers!
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