Mirtle: A Contrarian View on the Flyers

James Mirtle mentions that many of us in analyzing the Flyers have missed their lack of scoring. Certainly that has been a problem of late, but I’m not sure why this exonerates Clarke, or Hitchcock especially. Hitchcock’s system and demands on the players have scared the poop out of some of the younger kids and certainly kept down goal scoring, but, purportedly with the net effect of decreasing goals against. That isn’t working, which means his system isn’t working. His fault.

As for Clarke, he has provided the Flyers with all the scoring bang a team could ask for over the years, and they have some players that are no slouches, to be sure. Just because they aren’t scoring this year or last year doesn’t mean they lack the depth, necessarily.

I don’t think there is much difference between scoring a goal and preventing one against you. There is some, but not much. The Flyers were unsuccessful at both, partly because their GM failed to stock them with good defenseman and elite goaltending, and their coach played a defensive system. It’s a bad recipe.

Mirtle is probably correct to the extent that he’s diagnosing the problem right now. But long term, the problems were deeper.


Coaching Deadpool 10/23

With the demise of Hitchcock, I’m going to restart the list.

(1) Tortorella. Personally, I think this team isn’t doing much worse than you’d expect with their situation in net, on the blue line, and with their supposed superstar forwards looking like flashes in the pan. But, once you give people a taste of winning, they don’t like to go back. Plus, Tortorella is a hothead.

(2) Trotz. I don’t have any specific information on this, but he’s way past the average tenure.

(3) Stevens. No, this isn’t a joke. Anyone who works for the Flyers should be on this list, but if Stevens doesn’t kick ass, someone else will be brought in.

Bonus picks: Gretzky (they do protest too much!) and Babcock.

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Life in the Big Tribe

The intersection of the Internet with socializing and entertainment is the democratization of representation. Previously, only the famous, rich, important political, and somehow notorious had an image that is meaningful to project. Now, anyone can present themselves via their myspace page, facebook, or other Internet creation to anonymous others anywhere.

This net culture has only ginned up a few minor “celebrities.” True notoriety isn’t the point. The net allows anyone to have what I call “Big Tribe” moments. The Big Tribe is the greater collection of humanity that recognizes you, but does not know you personally. Big Tribe actions are things that you do that these recognizable strangers will know you for. Myspace pictures of drunken reveling, perfect ski turns, and other experiential exclamation points are efforts to show the Big Tribe how fun and able one is.

In the future, more of life for most people will consist of grokking to the Big Tribe: selecting clothes and bumper stickers, blaring music with the car window down, posting film shorts, blog entries, clever nicknames….

Of course, the paramount Big Tribe moments are dating and sex. These are the things that people always talk about amongst their true friends. Going out with someone or saying something memorable at the bar is to be a player in another’s Big Tribe moment.

Look for the Big Tribe. You’ll see it everywhere. Hidden in plain panorama. You are participating.