Well, they didn’t get their asses kicked. Instead they chose to take Skippy’s heart and use it to practice their slapshots or some such madness. Maybe Carcillo nommed on it with his gums or something. (Question for the ages: why does Carcillo wear a mouthgard? He has no teeth to protect!).
James van Riemsdyk opened the scoring and by all odds should have finished it, too. He had one of the singular best games I’ve seen by a Flyer all playoff series. JVR was all over the ice, and finally the game seemed to boil down to a duel of wills between him and Tim Thomas. The fact that the Flyers once more had to pull their goalie (although it was for an injury on Brian Boucher, and he returned to finish the game) didn’t seem to matter overly much. Goaltending was again, thankfully, NOT THE ISSUE. The Bruins were outplayed, outshot, out-everythinged, but finally David Krejci’s shot found the back of the cage and ended the game in OT.
Now the Flyers have to look ahead to Wednesday night, and Game 3 in Boston. It is, to put it simply, a must-win. Much as Philadelphia fans like to snark about last year and THE COMEBACK, it’s almost inconceivable that another upset like 2010 could be pulled off (although knowing that the idea is in the back of the Bruins’ minds does make me sleep slightly better at night). In fact, the inconceivability of a repeat of 2010 is exactly what made 2010 so magical—it was unreal. So put THE COMEBACK (and yes, I am contractually obligated to always capslock that statement) in the back of your minds, guys, and take a lead from JVR. Laviolette Someone lit a fire under his ass. I hope it’s fucking contagious.
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