It’s hard to be a Flyers fan some days, especially this season. First comes the home opener with Sarah Palin which became a curse; of course I don’t really believe in such superstitions, it’s just a convenient scapegoat.
Now there’s talk of Brendan Shanahan joining the team since the aging star got stiffed by the Rangers. He’s a great a player and will easily make the Hall of Fame but they might as well sign Petr Nedved and Mats Sundin. My Flyers need an experienced defenseman to fill the void left by Desjardins, Johnsson or Jason Smith. I think the only matter stopping this repeat of Bob Clarke-esque acquisitions is the salary cap, something I wasn’t keen on originally.
Meanwhile, I saw the sad news about Martin Brodeur being out for surgery. He won’t return until the season is close to over, putting him behind schedule on beating Patrick Roy’s record for most wins and Terry Sawchuk’s on shutouts. Brodeur will achieve them, he just won’t have any additional weeks or months to raise the bar much higher.
Closer to home, Jeremy and I put in our first payments on season tickets for the upcoming Texas Stars. We are slated for seats number one and two on row three. Jeremy thinks there is no row two, it’s the aisle or something between ours and the people paying double to be on the glass. I’m just happy to be on the corner (section 120), side with the Stars shooting twice. Another Bats fan called me a traitor. I think he was kidding, I hope.