Flyers Game 2 Thoughts

Written as they happened, major events only. “Flyers Game 2 Thoughts” is the title, because the Bolts were busy securing their tee times.

John Leclair?! So fucking soon?! Fuck you!

Mark Recchi?! Power play?! Fuck you!

Damn, this is a fast game.

Sami Kapanen?! Short-fucking-handed?! Three goals on five shots?! First eight minutes of the game?! Fuck you! Pull Khabibulin!

Under normal circumstances, your goalie lets in three goals on five shots in eight minutes, that fucker is gone, gone, gone.

JOHN GRAHAME, JOHN GRAHAME, JOHN GRAHAME!

(first intermission)

Khabibulin is in net?! What the ever loving fuck?!

The Bolts are putting the balls in, but are getting out-played… based solely upon passing accuracy. They just can’t get it tape-to-tape like the Flyers have been doing all night.

After that awesome Lukowich hit (Andreychuk’s hit on Gagne was overstated), Amonte or Malakov scores?! Fuck all. Pull Khabibulin!

JOHN GRAHAME, JOHN GRAHAME, JOHN GRAHAME!

Thank fucking god. This game is over, Flyers win… hopefully by no more than a four goal lead. Get some fucking goals, Bolts. Still playing well, just can’t rely on Nik anymore. Bitch is riding pine.

Grahame wanders a bit too far for comfort. Ted Knight is dead. Eric Perrin is hooking up the face-offs. Not helping yet.

Handzus scores on yet another odd-man break. Five zip, Flyers. Fuck it, I’m going to bed.

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