So the Flyers, without their top two defensemen (Kimmo Timonen is out with some weird blood clot thing since the end of the Canadiens series, Braydon Coburn took a puck to the eye in the second minute of game two one, requiring 50 stitches), are down 3 games to none. They’re in Philly tonight, so it’s actually “Win Or Stay Home”.
Deep into the first period, the boys are playing much better than they have, and they’re up 2-0. They can do it, and they can even come all the way back, but they’ve dug a deep hole. It won’t in any way be easy, especially given that hockey is such a team mate-dependent sport.
But they can do it. C’mon boys, one game at a time. Come back with a Vengeance.
May 15, 2008 at 8:18 pm
3-0 with a minute left in the first.
I believe.
May 15, 2008 at 8:24 pm
This is a banner day for you–Janie and Kate can go to Cali and marry anyone they choose and the Flyers are on your relatively new HD TV.
All you need now is beer and a naked woman to bring it to you.
May 15, 2008 at 8:35 pm
The beer is in my hand. The wife is in Kentucky.
Yet another death in the family. My wife’s sister’s husband had a stroke Saturday. They buried him on the farm today.
May 15, 2008 at 9:14 pm
Still 3-0, second intermission.
May 15, 2008 at 9:36 pm
3-1 early in the third.
May 15, 2008 at 9:56 pm
3-2 with a little less than 6 minutes left in regulation.
May 15, 2008 at 10:08 pm
4-2 with 32 seconds left on an empty net goal
May 15, 2008 at 10:16 pm
15 seconds left in the game, and the Flyers don’t even care about the puck.
Mike Richards went right after Sidney “the diver” Crosby on the face off.
After assigning penalties, blah blah blah, the final seconds ticked off.
Game over.
Win or go home?
The Flyers chose “Win”. Next game, Sunday in Armpittsburgh.
May 15, 2008 at 10:18 pm
Sorry to here about the death of her b-i-l. Was he as young as the rest of you? That sucks.
Though the idea of being buried on the ancestral farn is a pretty familiar and somewhat heart warming idea for me. Having spent lots of time in Eastern KY it is an easy mental picture to conjure up.
I remember several years ago performing a funeral for a woman who had her grave literally dug with shovels by her male relatives–as was their tradition. It was an incredibly intimate experience and it made me wonder if I didn;t want more of the “mountain mindset” in my own family.
I forget where in Kentucky she is from–remind me if you get a chance. Olive Hill? Grayson? I’ve been everywhere, but I was thinking it was NE KY.
May 15, 2008 at 10:25 pm
Bob was about 50, actually. Not old enough that a stroke wasn’t a shock. I didn’t know him well, but he was a good fella. I liked him.
The farm is about 13 miles south of Louisa, not quite half way to Paintsville, just north of the Lawrence/Johnson County line.
All the graves in the family cemetery are dug by hand with shovels, as they’re on the side of a hill, but it’s done by the fellas at Preston Funeral Home in Paintsville (except this one, apparently). Mike Preston grew up with Mom, and they were dear friends. Mike takes care of all my wife’s family.
May 15, 2008 at 10:32 pm
Bob’s obit:
From the Ashland Daily Independent.
May 16, 2008 at 7:32 am
50? Ouch. Appalachia has too much of that kind of thing.
Give your wife my best.
Louisa. Been there many a time. In fact I’ve got to go to Morehead in two weeks which is not too far.
For those lurking…eastern Kentucky, especially on I-64 between Morehead and Huntington, W.Va. is beautiful.
Just don’t get yourself lost out in the woods…just kidding…no, wait, I’m not.