Murderous Inent.

Isles vs. Flyers.

We are gonna get hamemred, sez I. Jackie reminds me that I said the Isles play better against better teams. So I did. Can I at least have some hot sauce as I prepare to eat my words?

The game starts out well enough. Goals by Satan and Blake. There's an anoxeric asshole in the stands decked out in a Flyers Jersey. The regulars are letting him have it. They start to mock the Eagles loss of T.O. This doesn't make sense to me since we're at a hockey game. Who gives a shit about football? But Iguess they want to hit him where it would hurt a general Philadelphia fan the most.

But Thin Jim is unrepentant. The Flyers catch a goal and Thin Jim stands and imitates T.O.'s signature Eagle flap. Fuckin' shitbag. If my aim was worth a damn I would've thrown a beer bottle at him.

Predictably, the Islanders blow a 2 goal lead and lose.

In he waning seconds of the game, it looks like Blake knocks in a puck. This would have tied the game with less than a second left in Regulation. But, even after extensive video replay (which clearly showed the puck crossing the goal line), the goal is waved off.

If I was an Islander player, I would've just skated away. Fuck the face off and fuck the fine. And fuck Kerry raser who probably called it off because he wanted to leave and get to a hair stylist appointment.

I watched for him, Thin Jim, but didn't see him when we walked out. Probably a good thing.