Throughout round two of the 2011 Stanley Cup Playoffs, the “7:30 PM Flyers” showed up at all four games; it’s a term I picked up from Flyers’ correspondent Tim Panaccio. Face-off is at 7 PM but the Flyers don’t really start playing for another half hour so by then they’re already behind the eight ball.
So I’m not shocked they were swept by a more aggressive, overhauled (from 2010) Bruins team, especially when they couldn’t eliminate the Sabres in less than seven games. I’m just more irritated at them winning the Atlantic Division, taking the number two spot in East and then playing like crap, as if they were the number eight pity seed team like the NBA allows. Yeesh! If the last part was the plan, I would’ve preferred them to just forfeiting and admitting they’re late for their 10 AM tee time with the Devils and Islanders.
Thus, this morning, I trimmed my beard down to what I usually have it at. It’s gone from General Grant to General Sherman.
Who will I cheer for now? As much as I hate Bruins fans (they’re like BoSox fans, they can’t win the Cup or else they’ll have nothing to bitch about), I’m siding with them because I would like to see Mark Recchi end his career on a high note. For the West, I respect the Red Wings yet it’s not their year. I have to go with the Sharks since the Canucks will choke despite Hockey News‘ endorsement and the Cup has no place in NASCAR territory.