Too Much of a Good Thing?

Let me preface this post by saying that I am huge hockey fan.  I love the sport and never grow tired of it.  But why is NHL hockey still being played in the middle of June?  On the East Coast, summer is in full force and most people are thinking about swimming in a pool of cool water on a hot, sunny day, not bundling up to go inside an arena and watch a game played on ice.  I am enjoying watching the Stanley Cup finals (Go Kings!) and maybe I would feel differently if my Flyers were still playing right now, but I am ready for this season to be over.  Let’s crown the Cup champion, get ready for the upcoming draft, then start getting excited about next season (which begins in a mere three months).

My theory is that the NHL does not understand the concept of “too much of a good thing.”  Take the Winter Classic as an example.  Playing an NHL game in the middle of winter on an outdoor rink in a football or baseball stadium was a brilliant idea.  And it was special….when there was only one Winter Classic game per season.  I was at the WC in Citizens Bank Park in Philly on January 2, 2012.  It was an amazing experience at such a festive time of year.  Now, I imagine that most fans barely blinked an eye as the NHL played five outdoor games during the 2013-14 season:  one Winter Classic game and four games during the Stadium Series.  My feeling is that too many outdoor games take away the novelty and make the games seem ordinary, unlike those first WC games that seemed so magical.

When if comes to the Stanley Cup playoffs, I have no problem with the number of teams that make the playoffs.  I say, keep the number of playoff rounds the same, but make the playoff series best-of-five instead of best-of-seven.  Other sports leagues (such as the NFL) have one-game playoffs, so does the NHL really need best-of-seven playoff series?  I am not claiming to have done any kind of real math here, but I would imagine that best-of-five instead of best-of-seven series would knock at least a few weeks off of the playoffs, having them perhaps end before the official beginning of summer.

But no matter how logical it seems (at least to me) that a shorter NHL season would be a better NHL season,  I know that this will never happen because of one thing: $$$.  The NHL knows that it has probably the most passionate and loyal fans in professional sports.  We may not be as numerous as NFL fans, but we love our teams, know our sport well, and are willing to pay lots of bucks to attend games and buy merchandise…over and over again.  I heard that some NHL fans discussed boycotting the first few NHL games played after the 2012-13 lockout was over, but I did not see evidence that attendance suffered at any of those first NHL games in 2013.  Why?  Because we are die hard fans of the sport no matter what and were out of our minds without hockey and could not wait to see the NHL play again.  I know that I would not have agreed to boycott that first Flyers game that year.

The Stanley Cup playoffs are amazing and one-of-a-kind.  The level of play and intensity could not be higher, and it seems (at least this year) that the team matchups have been very good and even.  I was at Game 3 (the Flyers’ first home game) of the Flyers/Rangers series this past April.  It was my first playoff game and it was an amazing experience after having supported the Flyers all season, wondering if they would even make the playoffs after their disappointing start to the season.  The Flyers lost that playoff game (and went on to lose the series), but it was a night to remember.  I have never heard Wells Fargo Center that loud….or seen it that orange.  But it seemed weird to be going to a hockey game on a sunny, 70-degree day.  And now it seems even more strange that the playoffs continue almost two months later.   I hope that the Kings take it in four so that I can focus on attending the draft and getting hyped up about the 2014-15 NHL season.

Blame It On The Jersey?

I used to not be superstitious about anything, much less sports.  But my husband has convinced me that being superstitious about your favorite sports teams might make sense.  Case in point:  Yesterday, the Flyers were visiting their division rival Washington Capitals in a Sunday afternoon game that was nationally televised.  Before leaving for lunch with a friend, I set up the DVR to record the game.  When I got home I checked the score on my phone and the Flyers were losing 4-2.  I was afraid to turn on the televised game for fear of jinxing the Flyers, but I kept an eye on the score via the internet.  To my pleasant surprise, the Flyers tied the game with two goals late in the third period, then went on to win in overtime on a goal by Vinny Lecavalier – giving him his 900th NHL point.   Quite the thrilling comeback indeed!

After the game ended I was excited to go back and watch the highlights on the DVR.  However, when I checked the recordings, the game was not there. I immediately knew what had happened:  my superstitious husband had erased it. When I asked him about it he defended his actions saying:  “Well, if I wouldn’t have stopped it, they probably would have lost 10-3.”   I wanted to be angry at him, but I couldn’t.  Because, I have learned that there may be something to this superstition thing.  In my husband’s case, there is no watching, recording, or checking in on Flyers games.  Because, when you do, something bad is bound to happen.

I also believe that superstition plays a role at games one attends. My husband and I like to stick to a routine when going to Flyers games:  arrive at Wells Fargo Center before the doors open, eat a cheese steak sandwich, and then head to our seats well before warm-ups start.  I have also decided that what I wear matters.  I usually wear my Chris Pronger jersey – my first (and favorite) hockey jersey.  However, when going to a recent game I decided to wear a Claude Giroux Winter Classic jersey.  The jersey is essentially mine by default.  Several years ago I ordered it for my husband for Christmas, thinking it would be the ultimate cool gift and a total surprise.  To my dismay (and surprise), the same day the jersey I ordered arrived, another Giroux Winter Classic jersey arrived, having been ordered by my husband for himself.   So, this particular Flyers game, I decided to wear “my” Giroux jersey.  Well, the Flyers lost the game and I vowed to never wear that jersey to a game again, even though I am a huge Giroux fan.  The next game, I wore my Pronger jersey and the Flyers won.

I know that I am not the only person who is superstitious about his or her favorite sports team.  I have heard other fans discuss this, and there is a popular beer commercial that explores fans’ good luck rituals, saying: “It’s only weird if it doesn’t work.”  And, it is well publicized that many athletes are superstitious, especially when it comes to their game-day rituals.  But I say, if the Flyers lose when I am there, should I blame it on the jersey?




Sitting by the rink at a Flyers game is always a blast.  But this time brought a new element to the experience – sitting at the end of the rink where the Flyers warm up before the game.  My husband I got to our seats an hour before game time to find a group of girls (perhaps I should call them young ladies) in Flyers jerseys standing by the glass.  They were chattering about the Flyers and holding pink, heart-shaped signs that said “stud” on one side and “heartbreaker” on the other.   My first thought was, wow that’s gutsy (and a bit silly).  And my second thought was, wow, this warm-up should be interesting.

As soon as the Flyers hit the ice, the girls started holding up the signs as different players skated by.  None of Flyers seemed to take notice until a Flyers defenseman, during a stretching session, looked over his shoulder at the girls and gave them a huge grin.  Then, a few minutes later, he did it again.  I wondered if the girls had any personal experience with the Flyers players, knowing full well that puck bunnies abound at all rinks.  But I chose to assume that this player was just being sweet and showing appreciation for his fans.

It is well known that the Flyers are aware of their status as professional athletes and use it well.  They are known to frequently visit a children’s hospital in Philadelphia, and they are involved in various charity events and efforts.

My point is:  the Flyers are appreciative of their many fans, including the female ones.  When I go to Flyers games (my husband and I have partial plan season tickets), I am pleased at the number of female fans that I see.   And, when looking and listening to what goes on around me at the games, I am pleased to see and hear a lot of women who are very into the game and very knowledgeable about it.  For example, sitting next to me at this particular game were a group of young ladies who were very knowledgeable about the game and very intense about every play.

Hockey has always been mainly a man’s sport and an “ole boy’s network”.   But I think things are slowly changing.  The USA women’s hockey team just won the silver medal in the Winter Olympics.  The NHL Network has an excellent female sportscaster who is knowledgeable about the game and seems well-respected.  And, I assume that females are visible in NHL front offices (but I do not know that for sure).  Ultimately, more female fans can only be good for the NHL and the sport in general.  And, it takes all kinds of female fans who go to the games for different reasons.  And, for this fan, a day sitting rink-side at a Flyers game is pretty high on the list of my favorite kind of day.

Icing On The Cake

I told myself it was an early 2013 Christmas present – even though it wasn’t even Thanksgiving yet.  Anything to allow myself to tell the nice woman at the Guest Services counter at Wells Fargo Center “yes” to the two tickets on Row 2.   And fortunately my husband knew better than to try to stop me.  He just shook his head and dismissed any responsibility by telling the woman, “They’re her tickets anyway.”  I justified the decision like this:  it is a day-long outing coming from Northern Virginia to Philly, and a logistical challenge lining up three puppy sitters for our two mini-dachshund “fur babies.” We may as well make it worth our while.

We bit the bullet at our first game as Philadelphia Flyers season ticket holders in October and paid the extra $100 per ticket to upgrade from our designated seats in the upper level of the arena to the same second-row seats my American Express card just committed us to this evening.  And once you have a taste of the “on the glass” experience, no other seat in the arena will do.

I have become a huge Flyers fan this season, living and breathing every game and every story posted on  And it hasn’t been easy sometimes.  The Flyers had a terrible start, going 0-3 in the first three games of the season, leading to the firing of their head coach.

Things weren’t much better under new coach Craig Berube (aka Chief) at first as the team continued to flounder and ended up in the basement of an incredibly weak Metropolitan Division in the newly re-aligned NHL.  But I had stuck with them believing that they could eventually put some good hockey together, even though I wondered, along with many others, if this team just didn’t have the talent and should be dismantled and put back together under a new general manager.

But, a rock bottom moment against my hometown Washington Capitals in Philly on November 1 somehow turned things around.  Down by many goals and looking worse than a pee wee team ever could, a huge fight broke out that was capped by the Flyers’ goalie, Steve Emery, skating the length of the ice to take on the Capitals’ pretty boy goalie Brayden Holtby.  As Emery lifted his fists he said he told a stunned and confused Holtby, “You better protect yourself.”  The whole scene seemed like something out of the classic 1970s hockey movie “Slap Shot.”

I couldn’t believe that things had gotten this bad.  By the time of the fight, the Philly arena was nearly empty, and my husband and I threw in the towel a few minutes later.  But somehow the fight seemed to ignite something in the Flyers, and since then they have been on a roll.  The truth is more likely that it took them several weeks to adjust to Chief’s new defense- and skating-centered system.  But whatever the reason, it is working and the Flyers are winning, having won six of their last seven games while gathering points in all seven (one tie) in order to climb into the middle of the pack in their division.

So here we were, a full hour before game time this November evening, mere feet from the glistening ice.  After some player interviews and Flyers history videos played on the scoreboard, the cool rap/techno music started blaring and the teams hit the ice.  Though my Flyers were at the other end of the rink, I could see them fairly well from my ice-level view.  I knew for sure that the swagger was back when I saw team captain Claude Giroux laughing and shoulder bumping his teammates.  Several weeks ago I remember watching him sternly shooting at the empty net during warm-ups—and missing.

Giroux was in a slump almost more disappointing than the team’s as he went 20 game without scoring a goal.  This from a gifted goal-scorer who graced the cover of the EA Sports NHL13 video game.  He finally broke out of the slump during a defining victory at home against the Edmonton Oilers several weeks ago.   I happily viewed that game from the club level with my visiting father, who as a Western North Carolina resident, was a “newbie” to the NHL experience.  When G scored it felt as if the Flyers had won the Stanley Cup.  Since then, he has been scoring and assisting more like the G we knew from previous seasons.

The thrill of sitting on the glass at an NHL game is beyond description.  The faceoffs are mere feet away, and the jarring checks into the plexiglass boom and shake the baricade, making you trust that it will stay in place.  My two favorite things to pay attention to from this viewpoint are the skating and the player’s faces.  The players’ eyes reflect an intense focus that is required to play this game and the instincts that tell the players where to go and what to do in a nano-second.  When this game is described as the fastest game on earth it is no exaggeration.

And the skating…don’t even get me started.  I am taking adult beginner ice skating lessons so I feel like I understand how incredibly difficult it is.  Yet these guys fly around effortlessly as if they are more comfortable on ice than on solid ground.  (I once had a junior hockey player tell me that is certainly the case for him.)

The turns, crossovers, one-foot glides, and backwards skating at top speeds without even looking behind amaze me.  I remember that when I took ice skating lessons more than 10 years ago, it took me months to do one back crossover, and I remained somewhat terrified of falling every time I attempted one after that.  Now, I wouldn’t even know how to start, which is why I have started over and recently began taking skating lessons again.

I am improving but still struggle sometimes just getting around the rink. I realize that skating in your 40s is definitely more challenging than skating in your 30s.  My balance is worse, my legs are not as strong, and the falls are harder (as is the getting back up part).  As a result, several months ago during my first trip back to the rink in over 10 years, I wondered if I was crazy trying this sport again. It can be dangerous as falling is an almost certainty.  And, I am living with kidney disease resulting from a rare auto-immune disease that I battled last year.  But, exercise is a good thing and I love the feel of gliding over the ice, so I am keeping up my courage and continuing with the lessons.

The hockey game progressed nicely and the Flyers looked so much better than they did earlier in the season.  They were skating hard, forechecking, getting good shots on goal and suddenly they had a 3-0 lead.

But, near the end of the second period,  the “old” Flyers returned.  They were sitting back on their heels, watching the NY Islanders skate around the Flyers zone, taking shots at their stellar goaltender Steve Mason.  (Easily the MVP of the season so far, I wonder if the Flyers would have had a victory in their first 20 game without Mase in net.)

However, unlike games of old, the Flyers didn’t cave as the Islanders got within one goal.  Instead, they picked up the pace and turned on the heat.  Near the middle of the third period, Jake Voracek, a favorite of mine who was possibly benched in the previous game for not performing well, dug the puck out of the corner right in front of me and fed it to Brayden Schenn in front of the net for a goal that gave the Flyers some breathing room with a 4-2 lead.

The Flyers hugged and celebrated the goal in front of me as I clapped and cheered as loudly as I could.  A perfect finish to a perfect evening.  Icing on the cake to another fun day centered around Flyers hockey.  I felt blessed as my husband and I rushed out of the arena into the bitter cold for our drive back to Virginia.  I bid the Wells Fargo Center goodbye – in appreciation for another great hockey game and with a bit of sadness knowing that I would have to wait over a month for another night of Flyers hockey.