When I was a kid, one of my very favorite meals was sloppy joes. Occasionally they’d serve them on Fridays at Ben Franklin grade school and I always loved the meaty, saucy treats. I must say they lived up to their name. Often as I devoured them, a morsel or two would slip out from the bun and plop onto my lap or shirt. Part of the fun.
Well, last night’s wild, 5-4, come-from-behind-the-eight-ball overtime triumph over the Flyers reminded me of sloppy joes. Indeed, I’m hard-pressed to think of a more loosey goosey, slipshod effort than the one turned in by our guys.