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Playing With Fire

There’s an old adage that states ‘if a cat jumps on a hot stovetop once and gets burned, it will never jump on a stovetop again’. Although the Flyers have seemingly had nine lives this season, game one illustrated they weren’t quite on the feline’s level of thinking. Keep playing with fire, and sure enough you get burned. If you are looking for the positives to take from game one, look at Chris Pronger and Danny Briere’s line. Look at the ability to beat Niemi and create chances. Look at the fact that the Flyers can take advantage of the Blackhawks turnovers. Tell yourself it’s only game one the Flyers lost Saturday night, not the whole series. If you are looking for...
Grinder Threads

The Journey for the Cup

The Philadelphia Flyers will play the Chicago Blackhawks in the Stanley Cup Finals. Wow! I can’t say that I saw this coming with the way the Flyers snuck into the playoffs. They needed a shootout victory over the New York Rangers in the final game of the season just too reach the playoffs. At the start of the playoffs the Flyers were not playing their best hockey. Just like all season they were very inconsistent and weren’t able to put together a good stretch of games. The first round they faced the New Jersey Devils and easily disposed of the number two seeded team in the Eastern Conference in five games. All of sudden the team was playing their best hockey of the season. Brain Bou...

Follow His Lead

At the end of the Eastern Conference Finals, the Prince of Wales trophy had Mike Richards’ fingerprints all over it. Fittingly, the series clinching game did too. Monday night, the C on number 18’s orange jersey could have been an S, and no one would have been able to tell the difference. It was physicality. It was grit. It was determination. It was the captain doing his job. And doing it rather emphatically. Mike Richards absolutely willed his team into the winner’s circle Monday. Montreal scored within the first minute of action, and then subsequently went on a power play. Every Flyers fan could hear the refrain in their heads. The bags would be packed, and the team ...

The Captain Has Spoken

If you have followed the Philadelphia Flyers this year, my example of the curb-stomp that was handed to the team in Montreal last night will not seem foreign to you. In order to give some sort of background to the situation, I have one comparison that I can present to do it a justice. Let’s see what Mike Richards has had to say after every loss as a Flyer (paraphrased, mind you. However, I probably could have found this exact quote if I had looked for 12 seconds): ‘Well, obviously, we need to play a little bit better. I thought we did some good things, but we have to play a complete game and start getting more pucks at the net.’ Not only does the C on his jersey mean Cap...

Where am I?

Before I dive into the nonsense that is my mindset and its inner workings (which are scattered around at best), I beg all the readers out there to attend The Checking Line’s live chat during game three tonight. I’m literally on my knees begging as I type this. Please. Thank you, you’re too kind. Now, without further adieu… I don’t know where I am right now, and furthermore, I don’t want to know. The remarkable run that has been the Flyers postseason (and the shootout on the final day of the regular season as well) has been out of this world. The funniest part about the situation is that all year, I yelled, screamed, cursed, etc. at this team. Well, they finally shut m...

Send Them Home Empty-handed

As happy as I was after the 6-0 drubbing that the Flyers put on the Canadiens Sunday night, a part of me can’t help but be reserved. Montreal came to Philly looking for one win, and Tuesday’s game looms large for the momentum of this series. Throw game one’s goal discrepancy out the window. It doesn’t matter. One win is one win, and as Boston can attest, it takes all four to move on. Did the Flyers do some things that encouraged us as fans? Of course, they won the freaking game by six goals as well as blanking the Habs. However, I don’t expect Montreal to produce an effort like we saw Sunday. As much as I would love to feel that Flyers completely influenced the way that Mo...

ORANGE CRUSHed

What happens when your two Conn Smyth trophy leading candidates – players who have carried your team on their backs in the first two rounds of the NHL Playoffs - don’t come to play? You get embarrassed by a complete, real, team. I wasn’t sure where to go with this story following the Philadelphia Flyers 6-0 schalaking of the Montreal Canadiens in Game One of their Eastern Conference Finals match-up. Maybe Chris Pronger and his amazing leadership matched with Norris Trophy type play, Michael Leighton establishing himself as a proven NHL goaltender night after night, or the inability to stop the Cookie Monster, Danny Briere in any playoff game, how about Claude Giroux becoming more...

Phairy Tale v. Conte de fées

Unbelievable. That’s the only word that I feel comfortable using to describe what transpired over the last nine days to the Philadelphia Flyers. It’s also probably the only word to describe what transpired in game seven. The only thing that is believable is the result of what transpired. And even that is only believable because I read that it actually happened. Either way, the reality is simple, the Flyers are headed to the Eastern Conference Finals to face Montreal. Enjoy the history-making series victory while you can Flyers fans; soak it up right up until the puck drops on Sunday at 7:00 if you want. Enjoy it, but realize it’s only a step on the long and arduous journ...

Pride Matters

I can’t feel. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can hardly breathe. But rest assured, I can type. Cue the Dropkick Murphy’s, get out your bloody socks, and go to Red Lobstah, because the Flyers are headed to Boston for a game seven. After the dust had finally settled on game six (along with what remained of my nerves), I sat in bewilderment. I sat in utter shock. I reached for words, but they simply evaded my grasp. All I could come up with was simple. Win or lose Friday, I’m not sure I have ever been more proud of a team than I am of the 2009-10 Philadelphia Flyers. No one would have cared had they lost game four. Or game five. Game six? Okay, now people woul...

Game Six is Real

A part of me wants to enjoy the euphoria, and a part of me wants to continue worrying. I’m a paranoid Philadelphia Flyer fan schizophrenic, so instead of cluttering this post with everything that is swirling around in my head, I’ll simply state what I observed in game five and what I know now. What I observed was the most dominating effort I’ve seen from the Flyers in a long, long time. What I know now is there will be a game six. In an incredible turn of momentum, the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia will host a game tonight. I still can’t believe it. I’m not sure many outside of the Flyers locker room can believe it. Hell, I don’t even know if many inside of the locker r...