Why The NHL Is Better Than The NFL, Peter “Phumpher” King Edition

Peter “uh, you know, uh, eh, uh, I would say this, uh, you know, uh” King writes in his column today that he’s received a lot of email to the effect that readers “hate Big Ben and think he had it coming.” To wit:

You know what? I have no problem with what Richard Seymour did. I don’t know what Ben Roethlisberger was doing, and I don’t care. He just ran right up into Seymour’s face, which I don’t believe he had any business doing, and Seymour had him take a seat, pretty much like he deserved. My question: Will the league take Roethlisberger’s taunting action into account when they determine Seymour’s punishment?

To which King responded that this is preposterous, etc.

In hockey, if a guy starts yapping and gets in your face, you drop your gloves, punch him, and go sit in the penalty box for 5 minutes.

So hockey is better because you don’t have to hear Peter “Phumpher” King pontificate about a stupid incident like this.

Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/peter_king/11/23/nfl-week-12-mailbag/index.html#ixzz1699qQ5vC

Goodbye Philadelphia Spectrum

Today’s the day the Wrecking Ball starts bringing down The Ol’ Spectrum. Ahh, memories.

My Favorite Memory

Now that it’s just a shell, it’s time to come down and make way for “Philly Live!” some sort of shopping or whatever thingie.

So here’s My Favorite Memory: The Philadelphia Flyers winning the Stanley Cup in 1974. Simple and easy, right? I had just moved backed to South Jersey in the summer of ’73, having freshly learned of the game of hockey during my time living in New York. So I was a young pup just making some new friends in the 3rd grade when hockey season started, and what a season it was. Bobby Clarke and Bernie Parent and Fred Shero and … well I could go on, but I’m not sure how to spell Dornhoefer.

In second place I’ll go with J.J. Daigneault’s game winning goal in Game 6 of the 1986-87 Stanley Cup finals. I had never – nor have I since, come to think of it – heard anything like that in my life.

My last – not lasting, mind you – memory will be the Queen with Paul Rogers tour a few years back, when a befuddled Brian May mumbled something about being in the “New Spectrum,” which I suppose was technically true, if about 40 years late.