It's that time of the year, my friends. Stanley Cup playoffs are upon us. I'm not a close follower of the NHL. I like when a hockey game breaks out in the middle of a fight as much as the next person, but I don't watch every game, check the standings, or have a fantasy league (in anything). BUT...our fantastic Flyers have beaten the odds and come back from three, count 'em THREE, games behind. The last game of that seven game series was on Friday night. They were three goals behind in the first period-scoring the third as I arrived at my favorite neighborhood sports bar. But they came back from three goals behind to win! I will admit that mob mentality took over and I yelled as much as anyone else in that bar when they won the game. And I will be excited if they win the cup...it's definitely been a long time coming.
But here's what I don't get about hockey. It's May. MAY. There's no longer ice here in the United States...maybe in Alaska? Shouldn't the season be over by now? I mean, we're into baseball season now. The boys of summer are playing. "Summer" being the operative word.
Speaking of my boys. My beloved Phillies (yes I've been a fan since I was little, but now I actually understand the game...with the exception of the infield fly rule...I still don't get that one) are back and rockin' it. I know it's along road to October, but I can't help but gush a little about how well they're doing so far.
We're number one in our division, number one in our league, and number three overall. We're only a half game behind the Yankees (effing Yankees), and we have plenty of time to make up the difference. We've already had a few injuries this season, but I'd rather have them early in the season, then later on in the season.
It's damn near impossible to live in/near Philly and not get caught up in the fan frenzy that takes place when our teams do well. Even if you're not a fan per se it's always fun to go to a game. The energy is awesome. No matter what sport it is.