This is the kind of jawn that makes me wanna punch someone just thinkin' about it. The Philadelphia Flyers are out there in Anaheim tonight, playin' the Ducks at 10 PM our time. Ten o'clock! That's practically tomorrow morning for us, but you know what? Doesn't matter. You stay up. You drink your coffee, your wooder, whatever you gotta do. We got a good thing goin' right now, right? Six wins in our last ten, we're lookin' good for that wildcard spot, but you can’t be sleepin’ on these games. Every single point is a fight, and you gotta win the damn fight. This ain't no rivalry game, but every single game is a must-win when you're tryin' to make a run. You gotta play every shift like it's your last, like your cheesesteak depends on it.
What am I watchin' for? I wanna see that Broad Street Bully energy, plain and simple. I wanna see guys throwin' their bodies around. I wanna see someone drop the gloves if things get chippy – that’s how you send a message, even if it’s across the damn country. The Philadelphia Flyers have been playin' with some fire lately, you can feel it even from the parking lot at the Wells Fargo Center. We're on an overtime streak right now, which means we ain't foldin' when things get tight. That's the kinda grit you need. This ain't some cute little exhibition, this is a statement game. You go into someone else's house, you take what's yours.
The whole city's buzzin' right now. You walk down Broad Street, you hear people talkin' Flyers. You hear the passion. We know what we got here. We know this team's got heart, and that's all we ask for. Tonight, against the Anaheim Ducks, it's about showin' 'em who we are. No easy outs. No soft plays. Just pure, unadulterated Flyers hockey. You bleed for the logo, you play for the name on the front. That's the deal.
No one likes us — and we don't care. Mags, MiTL, Philadelphia.
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