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.
No thanks to Derian Hatcher, the Flyers are up 2-1 in their 2008 Eastern Conference semi-final againt the Montreal Canadiens.
I haven’t written about the Flyers since the early 2006 season blood-letting which saw the sudden end of the Robert Clarke era.
Biron was exceptional. He’s been in a zone, and he’ll have to stay there if the Flyers are to go deep into this year’s tournament.
Having come off the worst season in franchise history, Paul Holmgren has done a great job of beginning to rebuild this team. We need the younger defensemen to continue to improve. But for now, I’m enjoying this ride.
Chris Simon celebrates the 3 year anniversary of Todd Bertuzzi breaking Steve Moore’s neck with a two handed chop to the neck of Ryan Hollwegg. I’m no Rangers fan, but still, a two handed chop with the stick is pretty low. Simon’s been suspended indefinitely.
This looks worse to me than McSorley’s hit on Brashear, and McSorely never played again. Just sayin’