I Hate Sidney Crosby

If you watch sports with me or follow me on Twitter (@jaylike), you know that I have strong preferences when it comes to sports and I (usually) have good reasoning to back them up. You also know that my sports allegiances lie with Philadelphia (and Ricky Rubio). I'll admit that I watched maybe half a dozen Flyers games this season - maybe. I didn't know a whole lot about the team, but I definitely knew as much as a casual hockey fan should know.

Enter the NHL Playoffs. Three games in and I'm about as big a Flyer fan as I've ever been (and I used to be a pretty big one, back in the days of Eric Lindros and Keith Primeau and Mark Recchi and Chris Therien and Dan McGillis and Robert Esche). I've watched every minute of games 1 and 3 and I followed game 2 on twitter and the ESPN app because I was at the Phillies game (fuck the Mets, by the way).

And I have two takeaways from the series thus far:

1. Playoff hockey is fucking great, especially when two teams legitimately hate each other.
2. Sidney Crosby is the biggest bitch in professional sports (European soccer included).