Just an incredible game. Flyers got the jump, but the Blueshirts controlled the majority of the first 40 before pouring it on in the third. Philly couldn’t do a god damn thing all game besides throw any shred of discipline completely out the window once the Rangers wore them down. Giroux did a few laps around the rink tonight – zero shots. His team as a whole tested Hank just 15 times while the Blueshirts peppered Emery with 36. No matter how hard they tried, Philly couldn’t get NY to retaliate. Can’t ask for a better opener. If the power play can move the puck and finish like they did twice in the minute that put a bow on tonight, there might not be a Game 5 for me to go to.
April 25th, 2014 9:00 PM
New York City, NY
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New Haven, CT
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East Stroudsburg, PA
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The Union Bar
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House Of Blues
Myrtle Beach, SC
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Introducing Alana from Syracuse. Amazing how many smokes go to school there. A top notch program. I’d also like to add that beautiful girls and puppies are the two best things on the planet.
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Here we go, Blueshirts fans. Just a couple hours away from puck drop at MSG against a Flyers squad that hasn’t won there since 2011. Lundqvist and his 27-13-3 career record against Philly take on Ray Emery, who’s played just 7 periods of hockey since April 1 & allowed 10 goals. Hank was less than 2 mins from a goose egg the last time these teams met, while the Rangers hung a 4-spot on Emery in his only start against them. Philly’s trying so hard to ignore his 3 GAA/.900 save percentage with garbage like this - but they know the truth. The Rangers were the favorites to begin with, and all Sugar Ray Emery will do is make it easier to advance for as long as he’s manning the crease. Even blacked out, baby-dicked Rangers guy knows it. So let’s come out firing – especially you, Marty St. Louis. No easier night to bury one and get on a roll than tonight. With so many decided advantages, even the Blueshirts can’t fuck this up*.
One down, three to go.
*Disclaimer – All fans should be prepared for Ray Ray to blank the Rangers tonight, because that’s just what the Rangers do sometimes. Won’t change the series.
Lets get one thing straight. Give me the coach who will bend the rules, the coach who will BREAK the rules, and the coach that will do whatever it takes to help his team win, over the “play the game the right way,” coach every day of the week and twice on Sunday. Jason Kidd has gone from a coach who looked like a deer in the headlights at first, to a cut- throat “snake it till you make it,” mastermind over the course of just a few months. Should Kidd have fired Lawrence Frank the way he did at the beginning of the season? Probably not. Did he seem to give any fucks about doing it? Nope. Did Kidd orchestrate one of the greatest intentional soda spills of all-time? Yup. Did it get his team the extra timeout he wanted? It sure as hell did.
Which brings me to the most recent example. Evan Roberts from WFAN can tell me until he is blue in the face that the Nets were simply getting guys healthy and not tanking to avoid Chicago in the first round, but I’m not buying it. It is entirely possible in this case that resting players and tanking were the exact same thing. The fan base is demanding at least a first-round win, regardless of who the Nets play and Kidd knows that playing Toronto without the home court is a hell-of-a-lot easier than playing Chicago without the home court. If you looked at the Nets starting 5, and the minutes played for the key guys over the last 3 games, it’s not very hard to see what Jason Kidd was doing, and I commend him on having the balls to do it right in front of everyone’s faces.
PS – Full Nets/Raptors preview blog sometime in the next two days, but this may be the direction I’m going in…..
Still want to root for Toronto?
Big episode this week for Barstool DVR. Major turn of events in Game of Thrones which brought all the “Book Is Better Than The Movie” assholes to the forefront. Can’t even begin to describe how much I hate these people. And its not that I hate people that read books. I’m not a Nazi. Its not that I even hate people who may, in fact, think that sometimes a book is better than a movie. Its that I hate people who can’t recognize that they sound like a fucking high horse asshole when a bunch of people are talking about their favorite TV show and they have to be the dick chiming in about their book. Its a persona that goes along with the opinion. You want everyone to know you read the book and its like you look down upon TVs or movies because of it.
So, we discuss those assholes and the Game of Thrones books vs series. All the most memorable TV deaths from the best series, and I weigh in quickly on Fargo, Turn and Silicon Valley. House of Cards episode is next on the schedule
NOTE: This podcast obviously contains spoilers. We talk about people dying in Thrones, Breaking Bad, the Wire, The Sopranos, Sons of Anarchy, 24, Lost etc etc. Don’t cry to me.
“If I had to get a new leg, why not make it a Mets leg?”
— BobbyT (@TheRealBobbyT) April 17, 2014
This is Patrick Filosa from Brooklyn New York. Suffered from a rare bone disease that unfortunately made him require a prosthetic leg, and this crazy son of a bitch went with a Mets theme for it. Now I’m certainly not knocking Patrick. He seems like the type of guy who truly lives by the “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” mantra. But Patrick, this has gotta be the shittiest lemonade I’ve ever seen. I mean half the time I can’t even stomach games. More often then not I gotta change the channel when I see Terry Collins babbling in gibberish in interviews. I gotta mute the TV every time I see Jeff Wilpon or Sandy Alderson lying through their teeth to the fans. I spend my whole life basically trying to escape the clutches of the Mets. And then here’s Patrick Filosa. Patty 1Leg. Who willingly makes the Mets part of his physical body. Dedicates an entire appendage to this franchise. You sir, are a better man than I. And not because you’ve dealt with the loss of your leg like a champion. Its because you gotta be an absolute gem to dedicate yourself this much to that organization. I tip my cap to you for so many reasons brotha. Sick shoe game on that bad boy too.
PS – I wonder if this leg only works until like June and then breaks for the rest of the season.
Incredibly nostalgic episode here for you guys all about the days of gym class. The good (Matball, Steal the Bacon, Dodgeball), the bad (running the mile, the Presidential Fitness Test) and the ugly (fucking square dancing) Me and all the Stoolies have been reminiscing about gym class games all morning – it seems to be a real hot topic amongst everyone so I’m sure everybody has their own memories. All I know is that there were times when Gym Class was absolutely my favorite thing in life, and times when it was actually my nightmare. Like I would have nightmares the night before the mile. The anxiety leading up to that torcher was absolutely brutal. But pickleball and dodgeball and whipping around the gym on these motherfuckers:
More than made up for it. It was either the best of times, or the worst of times. And even though I’m a SkinnyFat blogger now I miss those days like a bitch.
NEW YORK (CBSNewYork) — It’s common knowledge: the President of the United States is surrounded 24-7 by Secret Service agents, both seen and unseen. They’re going to do what they have to do to protect the leader of the free world. Approach the POTUS at your own risk — even if you’re a professional sports mascot, with your giant mitts and huge noggin. A.J. Mass, who suited up as the New York Mets’ mascot from 1994-97, said in his new book that he was warned in no uncertain terms about advancing toward President Bill Clinton, who was at Shea Stadium in April 1997 for the 50th anniversary of Jackie Robinson breaking MLB’s color barrier. “Now listen to me very carefully. … We have snipers all around the stadium, just in case something were to happen,” a Secret Service agent told Mass, according to a book excerpt making the rounds. “Like I said, do whatever it is you normally do. Nobody will bother you. But approach the president, and we go for the kill shot. Are we clear?” The former Mr. Met wrote that it felt like the agent wasn’t “only looking into my eyes, but also into my very soul with his blank, unblinking stare.” Then another warning, for good measure. “Approach the president, and we go for the kill shot,” the agent told Mass. “ARE–WE–CLEAR?” We’re clear. Mass’ memoir, “Yes, It’s Hot in Here: Adventures in the Weird, Woolly World of Sports Mascots,” is on sale now.
Could you imagine if Mr. Met assassinated the President of the United States? One minute Slick Willie and him are smiling for a picture and the next minute Mr. Met detonates his giant head filled with plastic explosives and kills everyone standing on the diamond. Its an entirely plausible plot. Mr. Met – finally fed up with decades of futility and heartbreak and being a mute – decides to commit murder/suicide while taking out the most powerful man on the planet earth. I mean its not a coincidence the Secret Service warned him with a Kill Shot. These guys evaluate every level of potential risk and clearly Mr. Met’s pathetic ass was worthy of a sniper following everywhere he went.
Can you imagine how they would have treated the Phillie Phanatic? I mean if Mr. Met was a threat I can’t even imagine what the ultimate Philadelphia fan is considered. The chances he would puke on the President or shoot him with a flare gun or stab him with a knife have gotta be through the roof. Would probably just green light that Kill Shot the minute they saw that scumbag step on to the field.