August 24, 2011
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This is my five part series in how to buy a sports jersey. I didn’t plan for it to be a series, but like your Mom didn’t exactly plan for you, these things happen. Also, I’M BACK! Click here for Part 1.
Rule #4: Beware the Hero
Your team has been in the gutter for a few seasons now. Ever since your perennial goalie/1st basemen/ point guard/ kicker left the team/retired/got arrested your team just hasn’t had the same identity, the same pizzaz, the same, chutzpah, if I’m talking about Sandy Koufax. You keep telling yourself this season is going to be different, but you know it’s just going to be loss after loss, reviled by the critics as a team fading, trying to recapture it’s glory years. Then, like a Phoenix in what should of been a better version of X-Men 3, a hero emerges. Sometimes he’s a free agent signing, meant to just get your team above the salary cap and because the laws of the game say you need two goalies. Sometimes he’s a waiver wire pick up, who goes on to shake and/or bake your team to the playoffs. Months ago you were saying “Who is this guy?”, but now you’re calling him the next coming of Patrick Roy, something your old college roommate won’t let you forget. Without the hero, this would have been another lost season. You pick up his jersey after you complete your unsuccessful, but unwarranted and appreciated playoff run. You will forever immortalize him in the comic book that is your life.
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April 25, 2011
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It’s quite possibly one of the worst times to be in Atlantic City. Both the Flyers and the 76ers are alive in the playoffs, and the Phillies are killing it, per usual. Their fans are everywhere. It’s gross. Here’s some playoff thoughts I’ve been having.
Keep It Goin’ Louder part deux
After I wrote that OT column on… yup 4/20 (productivity!), there has been five straight days of games being decided in overtime, plus the day before. That’s the most since there were 7 straight days in the 2001 playoffs (hey who won the Cup that year?). Today was just another typical day of overtime hockey. While I didn’t get to see the Flyers stun the Sabres at home, I was able to see the game played between the Blackhawks and Canucks. Luongo benched after back to back poor performances, only to come into the game after Cory Schneider got hurt on a penalty shot. It was like a movie, penned by Vince Vaughn. Loungo played great in his limited time, but eventually was outmatched by the tenacity of Chicago’s offense. In my opinion, that’s a bad move on coach Alain Vigneault (and yeah, I spelled that correctly without looking it up.) Your starter is your starter is your starter. It’s that simple. Patrick Roy and David Aebischer didn’t win the Cup together. Martin Broduer and Chris Terreri didn’t win the Cup. That’s not how it happens. The severity of Schneider’s injury will be what determines the next starter, but in my opinion the fate of the Vancouver Canucks Stanley Cup run has been sealed.
It's like the deep dish style of the kiss of death
If there is one place I want to see a hockey game, it’s in Chicago. Some people don’t like the crowd, citing that song from the Amsterdam commercial as annoying. I love it. It’s like the vuvuzela. Some didn’t like it, some did. It made me fucking wet. I’m sad that I will probably never get to watch a game with that sound ever again. But, at the same time, it’s really cool to have seen that. It’s like this special thing any sports fan can talk about together. We all heard that noise. That’s how I feel about the games in Chicago. Whether that stupid song annoys you, or invokes chills, it’s just cool to see. They aren’t going to do it forever. Take it in. Enjoy it. Pray to God it doesn’t become a mainstay at the games (I’m looking at you, Fenway.) It’s all apart of the game. Without the crowd, it’d be like playing soccer in Italy. And no one wants to do that.
Flyers pride, Leighton’s funeral, and my apology to God, after the jump. Read more of this post