Good evening people. We're watching a hockey tonight. Although we played a horrible horrible game during the first ten minutes of the first period, Flyers managed to clear up their action as much as they could and gathered for a handsome 5- 2 win over a division rival. Yes, that's right, guys, we dried the floor with them again . It seems that New York Islanders is literally the only team in the league that has not received their Philly influenza vaccinations. Don't blame us – rinse the anti-growth propaganda. This was an important win for the pro-playoffs audience, and also an important win for the pro-chaos mass. For what it's worth, I think I'm both, and neither. I'm away in my own little world. Here is a poison of Jake Voracek who pats sarcastically. It made me sensitive on the inside. With two assistants tonight, Jake Voracek will be the 15th player in the franchise history to get 500 points in a Flyer's uniform. pic.twitter.com/BoqMkEM9DA – Broad Street Hockey (@BroadStHockey) March 10, 2019 It took a very long time for the game to get started. The first several minutes or so oscillated between absolutely unbearable and simply boring; no team had recorded a single shot on target until the flyers got one to the net six minutes in (which apparently did not even count). However, what was clear to me was that the flyers looked awful. I mean, Jesus Christ. There is no other way to say it. I'm…
Good evening people. We’re watching a hockey tonight.
Although we played a horrible horrible game during the first ten minutes of the first period, Flyers managed to clear up their action as much as they could and gathered for a handsome 5- 2 win over a division rival. Yes, that’s right, guys, we dried the floor with them again . It seems that New York Islanders is literally the only team in the league that has not received their Philly influenza vaccinations. Don’t blame us – rinse the anti-growth propaganda.
This was an important win for the pro-playoffs audience, and also an important win for the pro-chaos mass. For what it’s worth, I think I’m both, and neither. I’m away in my own little world.
Here is a poison of Jake Voracek who pats sarcastically. It made me sensitive on the inside.
It took a very long time for the game to get started. The first several minutes or so oscillated between absolutely unbearable and simply boring; no team had recorded a single shot on target until the flyers got one to the net six minutes in (which apparently did not even count).
However, what was clear to me was that the flyers looked awful. I mean, Jesus Christ. There is no other way to say it. I’m not one to hold back, and I’m working on a very strict “no bullshit” policy. I think it’s possible that I’ve seen Flyers look worse. I looked at the home opener (you are eight and two see it). But this is the first time in a while I’ve been struggling with existential disappointment. They really looked bad. The pass was not completed or thrown in the wrong place, either a step forward or behind or landing in the skates, etc. They failed to have a strong hump, which led to incredibly preventable odd-man rushes for the islands. It was hard to witness.
It was because of this game level that the coming target from Islanders felt predetermined. A shot of Scott Mayfield at 6:30 am declined by Corban Knight’s stick, Brian Elliott fools quite easily. I don’t even know who this guy is. I realize that I say so much, and you can only decide that I do not pay attention to hockey if it is not the flyer. You would be right, and what about it?
The game’s first power game would be awarded to Flyers at 11:12 by a tripping penalty on Ryan Pulock for his illegal dismantling of Michael Raffl. You can’t do that, and so to the male advantage we go. Please imagine fanfare consisting entirely of a class of 3rd graders blowing too hard on their plastic recorders.
Would it be superfluous to say that nothing happened to this power game? You probably assumed that to be the case. If you think you didn’t, think again. Now into your deepest recesses, and you’ll find the truth.
This power game has been very maligned during the last past, and with good reason, because it is absolutely godly. The flyers never seem to be too long in the offensive and rarely manage to fight aggressive punishment. This was no exception to that. They did not even look close to being close, and I never felt they were remotely composed and prepared to do the forward-looking goal. Time to move on.
Just as I said to myself – and sent to the internet that the magazines looked horrible this evening and I mean literally others I said this, Ryan Hartman netted his first goal as a Flyer watch 15:20 on the rebound. They are determined to make me see a fool.
Although I wouldn’t say this goal really changed the skill level in their game, it turned out a bit for them and made the fifteen minutes earlier feel a little less awful. Not for nothing, they saw a hell of a lot more compounded after that goal than they did in the first half of the game.
I was ready to go up and run down to fill up the water bottle when, inexplicably, James van Riemsdyk decided to score three seconds left in the period. At this point I could only laugh. They began with time that did not seem to be unhappy, and ended the period with two goals and one management. That’s what hockey is all about, guys. The little things.
AFTER A: 2-1 Flyers, Shots 10-6 Flyers; Islander’s goal is made by Scott Mayfield (6:30), Flyer’s goal is made by Ryan Hartman (15:20) and James van Riemsdyk (19:56)
The Flyers are the most infuriating and wonderful team in the National Hockey League. I will not take any constructive criticism at this time.
In a sequence early in the period that really forces the description, Jake Voracek got the puck to Sean Couturier at the rush and holy hell, which release on that guy. Thomas Greiss had no chance of this, as it essentially only touched Couturier’s stick and immediately materialized in the back of the net. The flyers took a lead at two goals at 1:34.
It seemed that the break broke much to center Flyers and update their game. Although they still committed many of the same crimes as during the first period, they had clearly received some confidence and looked as if they were speaking the same language at last. They would spend much of this period following and stuck in their own zone, but when they got offensive opportunities they jumped on them.
Another example of this would be presented at 5:35 when Claude Giroux made an excellent effort to center the puck on where Nolan Patrick’s stick waited patiently, and he had a pleasantly empty net to shoot in. Flyers winning this after how they played in the opening frame. I love it with my whole heart.
It would not be a Flyers game against a division rival without unnecessary drama; I twiddling my thumbs waiting for something like the following to happen, and they delivered. They always deliver, even if it’s not exactly what you ordered.
Ryan Hartman took an unfortunate tripping penalty of 6: 2, a pretty obvious call to make. Straffdödstid? No problem, I’m not worried. I’ve never been worried.
The original sentencing had hardly ever started before one of our prestigious judges signaled another penalty against Flyers. Okay, that’s what I said earlier about never being worried? I lied, okay? I told a goddamn lie. I am on a mood stabilizer that doubles as calming. I have deep anxiety. I crack under pressure and start crying in all circumstances. I am not saying that I should cry here – these Flyers will not reduce me to tears, not this time – but I say that a 5-against-3 game is exactly the opposite of what I want here. Sean Couturier took this high punishment at 6:28, but he was not completely in agreement with it. Here we go.
The minutes that followed Couturier’s punishment were some of the most nervous in my life, or at least my week, perhaps my month. As one might expect, the entire power game was spent almost entirely in the Flyers zone, because Islanders didn’t give them much room to hit the puck and send it down into the ice. However, some things are going well, and it is a real benefit to the airlines that this was a weak performance from Islanders on the power game. Our death sentence is not that bad anymore, but it is not impenetrable.
Elliott came up with a link saving here, but the islands had difficulty finding the network in general. This was just a combined effort (or lack of it, for Islanders) to allow the pilots to escape the war zone unharmed, by the teeth of their teeth.
The speed had not yet shifted from Islanders, even with the successful death. The pilots spent a lot of time in the protocol after the sanctions collapsed in their own zone again by a swarming Islanders team, looking for some compensation after a failed opportunity handed over to them on a silver plate. Sometimes things suck, guys, get over it. Celebrate it.
For the remainder of the period, the pilots often quite often ended up in the defensive area, except for a promising shift where they got tired of skating in the Islanders zone and barely missed any scores. It really felt like they were going to give up a goal or three, and I wouldn’t have been shocked. I would have welcomed it with a loving embrace, like a sweaty old friend.
But that didn’t work out. It actually went completely different.
An excellent defensive game by Scott Laughton in the Flyers zone blew the puck to Travis Konecny and quickly developed into a 3-on-1 that went to the other end of the ice. Konecny could have gone, but he decided not to, and that was the right choice. What killed that child. The flyers added some isolation to their lead at 17:26.
Guys, I don’t know. I really do not know. I wish I knew. I’d love to know.
AFTER TWO: 5-1 Flyers, shots 19-15 Islanders; Flyer’s goal is made by Sean Couturier (1:34), Nolan Patrick (5:35), and Travis Konecny (17:26)
It turned out that Barry Trotz killed Thomas Greiss during the second break and inconsistently took a new goaltender to distract the children. A new challenger emerged from the name Christopher Gibson.
I skip the boring nonsense and go straight into the meat in the stuff. I know we talk a lot about how judges are “bad” and “stupid” and “stupid again.” I don’t think we give these guys enough money, people. They have a hard job. It is very difficult to get eyes and visual processing. That is why even though they gave Jake Voracek a five-minute penalty for “interference”, I don’t blame their shoulders. I am a warm and forgiving person.
It is difficult to fully describe in words why it is a stupid conversation to do, but that is why we move pictures to make it work for us.
For me, it doesn’t look like a main hunting battle and as it appears from the fact that Johnny Boychuk kept his shoulder down when he lay down on the ice, it didn’t seem to catch him there either. It looked as if Voracek broke for a hit and got Boychuk at a hard angle. A punishment? Perhaps. A great punishment, absolutely not. But whatever. They don’t pay me to wear these stripes, I guess.
Josh Bailey took the run on Voracek as revenge for the battle, which did nothing more than assign him a minor one. Bailey’s minor and Voracek’s major at 5:41 sent the game to two minutes of 4-on-4, then three minutes of an Islander’s great power play.
Both teams got plenty of chances during the 4-on-4 game stretch, but nothing could be generated in any way before Islander’s power play began. Once again, Flyer’s death sentence came up immensely here, as they have had for the whole game. They killed this and looked pretty good.
As expected, the islands were still not happy with Jake Voracek to take down Boychuk, and he would spend the rest of the game paying for it. Scott Mayfield, the wage shooter of the bad guys to that point, took a run at Voracek the first chance he got when the power play was over. It didn’t do anything to him except he sent down the tunnel in ten minutes of maladministration and sent his team to the killings at 10:55. What did you learn, Scotty?
I really don’t have to say that nothing was done on the power game. It really doesn’t have to be said. At this point, I really do not expect anything from Flyer’s power play, and receive nothing in return. It is a good relationship we have, very mutual.
Another Islanders player got up in Voracek’s business with a minute left on the power game, and isn’t it just a little ridiculous now? Fellas, take it easy. Pop and Tylenol PM. Talk to your doctor to see if Lunesta is right for you.
Jake’s retaliation against Leo Komarov’s revenge shooter served the two of those who matched coarse-mines at. 11:56. The flyers could finish one minute on their power play, and then they would lose an ice skater and go straight to 4-on-4 for another 60 seconds. Many of this summary was just I did straightforward and also incredibly difficult math. I think I should have finished high school.
No one would score on the power game and the following stretch of 4-on-4 hockey, and with about five minutes left in the period, it seemed quite clear who was going to come out on top. It’s pretty unlikely to come back from this type of deficit so late in the game, but hey, Flyers have somehow won it, so everything can happen, I guess. Or not.
Islanders made a final dignity at 16:28, with Nick Leddy putting one in on the rebound. Good for you, huh? Go get some frozen yogurt after this. With all the toppings you want, fellas, you deserve it.
AFTER THREE: 5-2 Flyers, shot 27-25 Islanders; Islander’s goal scored by Nick Leddy (16:28)