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THE FLYERS DIDN'T HEAR NO BELL! WE GO TO GAME 6, BITCHES

Holy fuck. Hoooooollllllllllly fuck. 

This team, man. This goddamn team. When your emotions live and die with the Philadelphia Flyers men's professional ice hockey team, life is absolutely miserable. This team just eats away at you game after game. Just when you think life is good and comfortable and you can relax, this team kicks you in the dick with the force of a thousand clap bombs. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Because the boys didn't hear no fucking bell and it's on to game 6 after Scottie Laughts, the Sergeant, puts this game away in overtime after playing just the tip. 

There is so much to talk about in this game that we'll get to tomorrow. Primarily, I fucking HATE Alain Vigneault right now and I think management needs to step in here somehow to stop him from playing Nate Thompson every other shift. 

But what a night for Scott Laughton. He got health bombed earlier in this series and he came out here tonight and had this filthy sauce to JvR on the 3rd goal of the night. 

Then he slotted in nicely for Coots on that top line after 14 went down with a lower body injury (god I desperately need that to be a minor injury and have Coots ready for game 6). And then he buries the overtime game winner. The Sergeant. What a beaut. What a team. What a win. 

Not. Done. Yet. 

@JordieBarstool