What’s up, guys? How are we all doing? Do these 7:30 starts mess with you as much as they do me? They really shouldn’t, right? It’s not that big of a difference? But here we are, feeling weird. But, oh, what’s that? We have a hockey game to talk about? Fine.
The Flyers squared off against the Red Wings tonight in the arena named for bad pizza (I’m told), and things went just about how you would have expected. The first forty minutes were bad. Very not good. The Flyers hit a hungry team and were about half burned for it (which sure feels very familiar, no?