I'm sorry, I just can't get involved again.

I haven't really been paying attention to the Flyers, at least not like I used to. This team has broken my heart more than once, and I just can't invest the time or energy only to have my heart broken again. If they make it past the first round, maybe we can talk.

Oh, by the way, blogging is dead, twitter killed it, didn't you hear?

There is no way in hell I'm watching Saturday's Pens/Flyers game.

Seriously, what's the point? To watch them get a two goal lead and blow it late? Or watch them suck for the first two periods and then come out good in the third, only to yank my chain again when our asshole goalie lets in a goal that my cat could stop?

No thanks, I'll be napping and dreaming of the Habs or some other team that gives a fuck about making the playoffs.

At least Pronger *seems* like he still gives a shit. Must be something in the Philly water that brings him down to the Flyers shitty inconsistent play. At least he knows they are inconsistent. Maybe he could go back to the Ducks and still salvage his career?

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Aw man, Leighton injured? No way they make the playoffs. No offense Boosh.

High ankle sprain does not usually mean day to day.

On the plus side, we do get to see Leights in his little pink tie:

Things I learned this weekend.

1. The guys on ESPN radio in NYC cannot pronounce hockey player names. Coburn was "Cowburn", Powe was "Po" and Leighton was Leightonen. Every. Single. Time. I wanted to crash my car into a pole to stop the insanity. (I was driving to CT and had to catch the game in transit.)

2. The iPhone can save you in so many situations. I realized that I have aol radio on my iPhone, and was able to listen to the WIP feed of the game on my phone while driving. Sadly, I realized this 5 minutes into the third period.

3. I mostly love Sean Avery, but he is such a douche sometimes.

4. Leightonen. Every. Single. Time.

5. I love March hockey. Gettin' close to playoff time. Wonder which teams I am going to root for, since the Flyers clearly won't make it.

6. Newborn babies are very scary! And they squeak a lot!

I don't really know how many times I can write "Oh crap, I forgot to post."

I hope we get a goalie. Or a defenseman. Or a goalie named Halak. But please, not Price.

Damn, only a month til the regular season is over. That's effed up!

Oh crap. I forgot to post.

So I just changed out of my Habs jammies and into my Flyers gear for tonight's game.

Wait. Price is starting? Oy. Stupid Habs.

Have I told you lately that I love Laviolette?

Lavi smash.

Because I do.

I never had anything against Stevens, but it sorta felt like we were waiting for a real coach to show up. And now we have one! And he calls times out to yell at the guys! And he looks pissed off when the Flyers play like shit. He doesn't just pop another mint into his mouth after a goal against. His head looks like it's going to explode.

I love him. And he blows blue bubbles!