Down But Not Out
Even though my home team is getting an early start to tee times for the summer, my roots have me interested in one or two of the playoff series. Particularly the PA showdown between the Penguins and Flyers.
Having lived on both sides of the state, one might think that I was torn for a favorite. However, my ties to the Flyers are long and deep and they are my boys when I am not rooting for someone more local.
Squid had recounted that we watched the first game of the series in Pensacola. Man, that was difficult to watch. First of all, it looked like the Flyers were all but spotting the Penguins a game (Only the Great Mantis would know why). Second, it seemed as though I was in the minority of fans rooting for Philly. Squid wasn't much help either being a Penguins fan by marriage. By the fourth goal from the Penns, I decided that I had enough for one evening.
When I got home, I had caught game three, only to be dismayed by the fact that the Flyers were 0-2 in the series. And then they played a hell of a game three to make some headway. With this spark I thought they had the potential to turn things around.
Unfortunate for me, their series fell on the Tuesday/Thursday schedule which falls in line with my fencing nights. This meant that I got to watch the first period and then go down to the club and hope for the best. With their loss on Tuesday, I started to get a sinking feeling which was exacerbated by a dismal first period last night.
And yet they prevailed. The Flyers have forced a game six and still have some punch left in them. While they might not be playing the disciplined game the Penns have been showing, the Flyers have been awfully scrappy. To me, that counts for something.
Having lived on both sides of the state, one might think that I was torn for a favorite. However, my ties to the Flyers are long and deep and they are my boys when I am not rooting for someone more local.
Squid had recounted that we watched the first game of the series in Pensacola. Man, that was difficult to watch. First of all, it looked like the Flyers were all but spotting the Penguins a game (Only the Great Mantis would know why). Second, it seemed as though I was in the minority of fans rooting for Philly. Squid wasn't much help either being a Penguins fan by marriage. By the fourth goal from the Penns, I decided that I had enough for one evening.
When I got home, I had caught game three, only to be dismayed by the fact that the Flyers were 0-2 in the series. And then they played a hell of a game three to make some headway. With this spark I thought they had the potential to turn things around.
Unfortunate for me, their series fell on the Tuesday/Thursday schedule which falls in line with my fencing nights. This meant that I got to watch the first period and then go down to the club and hope for the best. With their loss on Tuesday, I started to get a sinking feeling which was exacerbated by a dismal first period last night.
And yet they prevailed. The Flyers have forced a game six and still have some punch left in them. While they might not be playing the disciplined game the Penns have been showing, the Flyers have been awfully scrappy. To me, that counts for something.