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Yeah, pure entertainment value. Then again, I also have Thug Kitchen cookbooks.. may be a trend here lolYou....wish more Flyers article were written like this?
Yeah, pure entertainment value. Then again, I also have Thug Kitchen cookbooks.. may be a trend here lolYou....wish more Flyers article were written like this?
Today is the 40th anniversary of the miracle on ice. I'm interested in all anecdotes
This was one of the two best days of my life. The second was two days later. People forget how tense the Gold Medal game was, but it was a nail-biter - the thought of losing that after beating the Soviets was terrifying. Ten months later Santa brought me a USA blouse that I wore almost constantly. My co-favorite, Rob McClanahan, #24, scored the Gold-winning goal - his presence on the Rangers confused and disturbed me later.
Ahh you will be fine. Philly fans just like to talk shit. You will probably have people take verbal jabs at you while walking on concourse.Jets fan from NYC here. I'm currently on the train down to Philly for the game. I suspect I may be the only one in the arena decked out in Jets colours; a speck of blue and grey in a sea of orange, so everybody please pray for me.
As long as you aren’t wearing a Rangers, Penguins or worst of all a Dallas Cowboys jersey, you’ll be fine.Jets fan from NYC here. I'm currently on the train down to Philly for the game. I suspect I may be the only one in the arena decked out in Jets colours; a speck of blue and grey in a sea of orange, so everybody please pray for me.
If you’re not a dick then they probably won’t be either. Just some rubbing back and forth.
I’ve seen a lot of big upsets in my day, Buster Douglass beating Tyson always comes to mind, but nothing comes close to the U.S. beating the Soviets. Sports Illustrated was spot on when they called it the greatest sports moment of the 20th century for it really was that big. It was exactly what a country whose economy and more importantly whose confidence was badly struggling needed. It brought us all together!
Hahahah supposed to say “ribbing” but I’ll leave it as is. We are a very friendly fan base.
Well....Unless you lived in USSR at that very moment, and Kharlamov, Petrov, Mikhailov were your idols.I have had to set people straight about that many times when they try to compare something to that moment - the context of it is really incomparable to anything else. It can't be replicated.
"If you lose this game, you'll take it to your f***ing graves"This was one of the two best days of my life. The second was two days later. People forget how tense the Gold Medal game was, but it was a nail-biter - the thought of losing that after beating the Soviets was terrifying. Ten months later Santa brought me a USA blouse that I wore almost constantly. My co-favorite, Rob McClanahan, #24, scored the Gold-winning goal - his presence on the Rangers confused and disturbed me later.
Jets fan from NYC here. I'm currently on the train down to Philly for the game. I suspect I may be the only one in the arena decked out in Jets colours; a speck of blue and grey in a sea of orange, so everybody please pray for me.
I was only 14 but yeah, all over Philly folks were partying and big crowds were at the usual spots like K&A and South Street. For the next few months when my ice hockey team practiced or me and my friends played street hockey, we all pretended to be Johnson, McClanahan and Eruzione instead of Clarke, Barber or Macleish.Did anyone got the streets afterwards? I want to know it all! It's something I wish like hell to have been a part of, more than anything else in sports. Let me live vicariously through you people.
Love itI was only 14 but yeah, all over Philly folks were partying and big crowds were at the usual spots like K&A and South Street. For the next few months when my ice hockey team practiced or me and my friends played street hockey, we all pretended to be Johnson, McClanahan and Eruzione instead of Clarke, Barber or Macleish.
FWIW, I was at the Phils WS winning game a few months later and my friends and I blew off school to attend the parade!
I would think Carter is our main trade target.
Giroux / Couturier / Voracek
Farabee / Hayes / Konecny
JVR / Carter / Laughton
Pitlick / Bunamann / Aube Kubel
I put Raffl as the guy out, only because I think Bunny has played well. And Raffl just seems invisible.
Calling it now...farabee 1-3 after tomorrow’s game
Well....Unless you lived in USSR at that very moment, and Kharlamov, Petrov, Mikhailov were your idols.
lol @ this bit of professional flyers journalism, i'm pumped anyways - wish more were written as such
Did anyone got the streets afterwards? I want to know it all! It's something I wish like hell to have been a part of, more than anything else in sports. Let me live vicariously through you people.
Love it. When Miracle came out me and my friends would play the same way and I was always OC for some reasonI took to the driveway with my roller skates and my hockey net, my hockey stick, and my tennis ball. Hour after hour after hour, "Eruzione to McClanahan, he shoots he scores!" (I made up the sequences, but the two were always passing to each other.) The ball got so soaked with grease that my dad had to replace the garage door (which was behind the net). The driveway had a pretty vicious downward slope starting about 1/3 of the way down, so I had to be really careful not to swing my arcs too wide or I would be hurtling down toward the street - a lot of times I had to drag my foot to spin myself so I could wipe out on the side of the driveway.
I also destroyed the trim in our basement with the same equipment, used to the same soundtrack in my head.
I never did too much damage to the house from hockey, but wrestling is a whole nother story. Let’s just say that my dad was not amused when I scoop slammed my brother right thru the basement paneling.I took to the driveway with my roller skates and my hockey net, my hockey stick, and my tennis ball. Hour after hour after hour, "Eruzione to McClanahan, he shoots he scores!" (I made up the sequences, but the two were always passing to each other.) The ball got so soaked with grease that my dad had to replace the garage door (which was behind the net). The driveway had a pretty vicious downward slope starting about 1/3 of the way down, so I had to be really careful not to swing my arcs too wide or I would be hurtling down toward the street - a lot of times I had to drag my foot to spin myself so I could wipe out on the side of the driveway.
I also destroyed the trim in our basement with the same equipment, used to the same soundtrack in my head.