Last night, a Philadelphia Flyer scored the first goal ever in the Consol Energy Center.
That is so gross. I’d rather see a dead octopus on the ice.
I’m not even going to talk about the loss. I can’t. It was too little too late and we lost and the Flyers won the first game in Consol and the Flyers scored the first two goals in the Consol … ugh. Anyone but the Flyers.
So instead, here’s two images from yesterday that signify hockey love and they will do a good job of mind-erasing the loss:
Mario pouring water from Mellon Arena’s ice onto the new ice, and an epic Max Talbot tattoo.
Let’s just pretend the rest of the night didn’t happen.
P.S. I am greatly disturbed that I can’t place the body part that tattoo is inked on. Is that a leg? An arm? Are those shackle bruises on the bottom and top?