And that is the main problem, really. It’s one thing to get smoked 9-1 against Buffalo, but quite another when no one has the balls or brains to go down swinging.

Fuck Hitchcock and his non-combative Amish hockey philosophy. If you have anything worth a damn, you leave everything on the ice in a game like that.

Lindy, you want to run it up? OK, Briere leaves with a limp or shattered orbital. And we’ll see you in a couple weeks to dance again.

No one is afraid to play the Flyers because there is no one to be afraid of. Richards has heart but who else does?

The final analysis is simple: Clarke, Hitch and minority owner Ed Snider must all go. Hit the fucking street. Adios. We’re sick of your endless excuses while you take our money, time and passion from the game. Take a walk and let’s rebuild what is left of this embarassment of a franchise with some new blood all the way around.

I knew that Snider was officially lost when he let Dean Lombardi walk. Ed, you have lost the team and the fans are onto your game. Stay out there in California. With a few more weeks like the last couple, you won’t be safe here in Philly from a beer bath at the rink. Most expensive ticket in the NHL. For what?

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