The goaltending fiasco that has plagued the Philadelphia Flyers organization for years is beyond evident. Roman Cechmanek was their starter in 2000. I laughed writing his name because he was in the 2001 NHL All Star Game. He was egregiously bad at his position. For Christ sake their two goalies in their Stanley Cup run in 2010 were Brian Boucher and Michael Leighton.
Here’s a picture of Cechmanek holding a helmet.
And then there’s Bryzgalov. Acrually I really can’t even get into the Ilya Bryzgalov era.
Just go to YouTube and watch his other scene stealing monologues in the HBO Sports 24/7 winter classic for Rangers/Flyers. Jagr didn’t even wanna sit with him and eat lunch. That speaks volumes. Jagr’s easily top 5 weirdest guys alive.
Petey Lav gets the team to the cup immediately after being hired. Gets the boot couple years later. Craig takes over. They weren’t very good. They fire Craig and bring in this Dave Hakstol guy. I’m fuckin tellin ya, GM Ron Hextall absolutely hired him because they borderline have the same last name.
10 goals allowed in two games. You can say after two games into the season Philly looks like dog shit. Saturday night was a pure shallacking. Jagr and the Cats put up 7 against the Flyers. Jagr scored twice against his former team and my boy Trochek put up 4 points that night. The team already had a closed door players only meeting. I mean whatever you gotta do to get the morale back up do it because you guys play the Panthers again tonight and you might wanna figure some shit out.
Check out Jagr’s two goals from Saturday.
Couple games in action last night. Caught some of Mr. McDavid and Mr. Eichel’s NHL debuts. Eichel’s snipe was pretty sweet. But no highlights from last night will top the insanity of the first ever 3 on 3 overtime in now NHL history between the Tampa Bay Lightning and the Philadelphia Flyers. Back and forth action. At one point I was like laughing because how crazy it was. Take a look below to watch again or incase you missed it.
Casually lookin up Petr videos/pics, found this one and couldn’t believe my eyes. At the same time I wasn’t surprised that this exists at all. Things like this happen way too often. Anything involving Petr Nedved is worth writing about.
Also Doud has two Petr Nedved jerseys.
Danny B has played his final game in the NHL and it’s too bad it was with the Avalanche. All the damage he did against teams throughout his career in the playoffs was fun to watch except against my Rangers in 2007 but I digress. The former 1996 first round pick to the Phoenix Coyotes exits the game without a Stanley Cup. When healthy he was an exciting player to watch and he scored some clutch goals and did the same celebration legitimately every time.
Not to mention the guy put 30 points in 2010 playoffs as a member of the Flyers when they went on to eventually lose to Chicago in the finals.
Fantastic fuckin Finnish calling it a career. He had already made this decision that this was gonna be his final season regardless of winnin the Cup or not. Missed pretty much the whole damn season from a serious injury with blood clots. That’s some scary shit. He got cleared, trained, threw some weight around got in game shape. Stan makes a deal at the deadline and Kimmo leaves that joke of a team from the City of Brotherly Love and is now headin to a perrenial Cup contending team.
It was a story book ending for this guy who had won at every level but never a Stanley Cup. Ironic enough his only appearance in a Cup final prior to this one was with Philadelphia when the Blackhawks beat them in six games in 2010. Well that shit’s history and now Timmonen is a part of history. He will get his name engraved on the Stanley Cup and be part of a remarkable team. Fuckin GET IT.
Hossa in the background doin the Tusken Raider..
Here’s a look at what the Flyers’ D is lookin like this season… Btw I spelled season wrong at first and it autocorrected it with Seagal. That’s more than fine.
There was a time in March 2011 while in attendance at MSG for a loss to St. Louis yours truly started a chant from the old 300’s on the 7th Ave end which quickly spread like wild fire through the Garden Faithful. It wasn’t the first time it had been heard under the famous ceiling above Penn Station; at the time an all too familiar ode to the man with perhaps the best job security on the island of Manhattan. “Fire Sather” had a good ring to it, and given the mediocre product that had graced the ice for a third straight season with what seemed no hope to a fruitful ending any time soon, and preceded by a decade’s worth of little to no reward, the blame and vitriol be felled the broad shoulders of the smug and stealth general manager directly sitting just a couple stories above my location that evening.
There was a foolish movement around that time which gained steam through social media on the interweb to stage a protest outside the 9 story cylinder on the corner of 7th and 33rd, to which of course a scant few actually showed up for. Over Glen Sther’s now 14 year run at the helm of the New York Rangers much criticism has been lobbed his way for a perceived mismanagement of a club with lofty expectations that had come to ruins in the years following it’s only championship in the past 73 years. Ranger fans are starved for another sip from Lord Stanley’s Holy Grail, especially having to endure such greatness in recent times from a certain team from the swamp. However, as the club on this day sits one win from reaching the Stanley Cup Finals, one must laud the cigar sucking mastermind for his diligence in crafting this club on the precipice of glory.
Throw it back to July/August of 1995 for a moment. Rangers President and GM Neil Smith had just watched his team be discarded by the bigger, stronger force that was the Philadelphia Flyers. The Rangers had lost much of their own muscle following their ’94 Cup parade, and those that remained seemed still battle wounded from said excursion. The thought was that Smith must retool the depth and mettle on the roster to combat the broad street Bullies. After an attempt to acquire Shayne Corson from the Blues went awry, out went Sergei Zubov and Petr Nedved for a return of Luc Robitaille and Ulf Samuelsson from Pittsburgh. Later that season at the deadline Smith would spin the roulette wheel again as he had in ’94 dealing Mattias Nordstom, Nathan Lafayette, Ray Ferraro and Ian Laperierre to LA for Jarri Jurri, Marty McSorley and Shane Churla. The result? Yet another second round loss, this time at the hands of a highly skilled and speedy Penguins squad, a team he helped bolster with the likes of Nedved and Zubov. The muscle he acquired sacrificed to the offensive flow and speed due to rash decisions to what happened against Philly a year before.
Glen Sather’s entire regime has been predicated by attempts to field a squad with solid offensive depth. While that took a brief back seat in the waning years of John Tortorella, the 2013-’14 incarnation is result of a gradual process which has taken place over the past 14 years. After being handily dispensed at the hands of the much stronger Boston Bruins last year, one might have anticipated such moves to acquiesce to that style of play, which could have become a detriment in the Conference Final series which the Rangers find themselves up 3-1 heading into game 5 tonight in Montreal. the Canadiens play an open, quick transition game which is a match-up that favors this Rangers squad coached by the calm demeanor and offensive mastermind that is Alain Vigneault, and iced by a multitude of offensive weapons both up front and on the back end. This team has the depth and skill to perhaps lift the chalice.
If one does not learn from history, he is doomed to repeat it. All Ranger fans should thank Glen for sticking to his laurels, as well as be thankful some chants fall on deaf ears.