Tuesday, October 13, 2026

We might just have to live through this

by Bob Herpen

Phanatic Hockey Editor


We’re only seven games into this regular season and already the stupids have all come out to play. If I’m being honest, I’m only shocked that normality didn’t last until the home matinee 11 days from now against the Anaheim Ducks. 


It was bad enough with the Flyers starting 0-2-2, outplayed for a majority of those 240-plus minutes and outshot by a margin of minus-82. But there were signs of life. In Ottawa on Thursday, despite a 2-1 setback, the Flyers scored a power play goal. They also controlled the first 8 minutes of action, then a majority of the second period and swarmed the Sens end in the final 95 seconds of regulation.


In Boston on Saturday afternoon, with three regulars missing, how could it be anything other than the same old thing? They lost, 5-1. Then, with the same 3 guys missing, they lost at home on Sunday to Carolina, 4-1. 


At least we could wipe Christian Dvorak’s name from the no-goal ledger. Of course, that only left regulars Travis Konecny, Trevor Zegras, Sean Couturer, Denver Barkey, Noah Cates, Noel Acciari, Nick Seeler, Cam York, Jamie Drysdale, Rasmus Risolainen, Simon Benoit and Carl Grundstrom with goose eggs.


Baby steps to the blue line, baby steps to the goal, as Bob Wylie might say. 


Typical for an old-school head coach, Tocchet laid the responsibility on his charges. 


“It wasn’t great, don’t get me wrong. But it was zero-zero halfway through the game. I think we were hanging in there,” he admitted in Sunday’s postgame. “Then we don’t make a 10-foot pass. We don’t win a wall battle. And then they get the goal and we get dejected. We just didn’t have enough guys pullin’”


Losers in a franchise-record 7 straight to start the season. Two points. Just us and Calgary without wins. Execution lacking. Confidence tanked. Compete level wavering. By my count online since 10 pm Sunday, there’s been 57 “Fire Tocchet” posts and 34 “Fire Briere” posts. 


Flyers GM Danny Briere was in Boston. In the pregame, he lambasted the club’s lack of compete in the early going. That’s a sign. His presence this early is telling – as was the front office’s visit to Allentown on Sunday afternoon ahead of the Carolina night cap. It’s a first strike,  assessing water-testing call-ups from the Phantoms.


More importantly (and let’s not ask why), Briere has yet to even offer the slightest hint Tocchet is resting his rump on anything above room temperature – a stance backed up on Monday morning by international hockey insider Elliotte Friedman.


The Flyers have, in fact, upped their competitiveness from 0 to 10 all the way up to roughly 30 minutes a night, but have exactly zero points to show for it. Bizarre that their worse-than-professional efforts actually produced the only two points on their ledger.


Oh simple things, where have you gone? Tocchet didn’t have any insight into Keane’s 2004 musical question or one from a media member on Sunday, either.


“I don’t know if it’s a lack of focus, you’re nervous or pressured, I can’t give you that answer,” he said. “At the end of (last) year, you make a mistake, someone would cover for you. Now, they’re making duplicate mistakes. It’s evident for me. It’s a tough thing to correct, other than working every day.”


I’m not here to tell you what you want to hear. Might just have to live through whatever’s coming. Want Tocchet fired? Briere, too? Tough nuggets. It’s gonna burn and sting. There’s nothing you can do about it. Keep screaming on the internet, though. 


The necessary historical context


Twice before the franchise opened up a season without winning for 6 games. 


The first one was a shock: 1999-2000. Eric Lindros’ last season in Philadelphia. Even before all the internal drama hit, they started off 0-4-1-1. No Keith Jones for 6 weeks and no Brind’Amour for 2 months didn’t help. 


They were shut out in back-to-back home games to start the season for the only time in 60 years. Scored 1 goal in the first 3 games. Eventually the ship stopped listing, as the team reeled off 4 straight wins and went 8-1-1 in their next 10 outings. 


The other time was 2008-09. No going back for John Stevens and a small cadre of former Phantoms who won the Calder Cup in 2005 and were elevated to team leaders after a surprise trip to the conference finals. They opened up 0-3-3 including back-to-back wild losses to San Jose beyond regulation. 


That team might have been cursed when Republican vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin dropped the puck before a season-opening home loss to the Rangers. After their initial troubles, they won 4 in a row and hit Thanksgiving on an 11-3-1 run – but hit a trough in between which required some front office action.


You think the chronically online are all over Tocchet like flies to rotting meat now? They would have had a feeding frenzy with Stevens, who unironically called his new forecheck method heading into ‘08 “Dump and Hunt” rather than a dump-and-chase which the Penguins picked clean the previous spring.


By the way, both teams rebounded to make the playoffs. 


So did the 2013-14 squad which tuned out Peter Laviolette, forced the front office to slide Craig Berube behind the bench after an 0-3 start and still couldn’t score for the season’s first 6 weeks. That club set the original dubious record of 8 total goals in the season’s opening 6 games. This year’s team beat that by one. That team also got in gear with a month-long 9-3-1 run after opening at 4-10-1. 


So maybe it’s short-tempered reactionaries treating a 6-month grind in hockey like a 17-week sprint in football and crashing out in a public forum, rather than a horrible start caused by complacency of mid-level talent compounded by chronic front-office systemic rot.


And if you want to blow out a GM -- it better be on the level of Bob Clarke totally checked out for a year-plus before any Bloody Sundays happen.


Still, there’s a nagging thought already that this season may be a teensy bit different. 


Why we can trust reverse 20/20 vision


The slender thread which held together the Flyers’ success in April and May seems more like an aberration.


After going up 3 games to none on the Penguins in the Eastern quarterfinals, they’ve lost 13 of their last 14 games. The one they *did* win was a fluke long-range overtime prayer which kept them from the record books.


If the Flyers didn’t take Game 6 at home and remove that anvil they placed on their own shoulders by not winning Games 4 and 5, the Pens had 100% of the momentum and tell me they wouldn’t have won Game 7 in Pittsburgh. So, right now, we’d be extra miserable ruminating over the unwashable stain of a reverse sweep as an appetizer to a pair of franchise records for season-opening malaise. 


I was there on Black Friday of 1991 when an angry sellout crowd roared “PAUL MUST GO” with the Flyers losing to the Penguins 9-3 in Game 23 of Paul Holmgren’s 4th season as head coach.  I was there in 2015 when, game after game after the All-Star break, chants of “FIRE CHIEF” rained down loud enough to be heard up in the press box, at home through your TVs and certainly could be read via Steve Mason’s intense 500-yard stare in the locker room.


Firings don’t work the way the screaming mimis want them to. Holmgren was on the leash for 5 ½ more days and 2 more games because the front office couldn’t track down Bill Dineen. Berube wasn’t shown the door until the 14-15 season was over. 


This is new territory. “FIRE TOCCHET” in the waning moments of Game 7 of a regular season, 89 games into his coaching tenure and 89 games into a 5-year contract. In this moment, the paying customers are loud – but wrong. Briere hasn’t yet said a peep about Tocchet. In Sunday’s postgame, Zegras even gave Tocchet a public vote of confidence. 


“He’s an amazing person. He’s an amazing coach,” Zegras said, catching onto a bit more of the media training which struck Porter Martone and Travis Sanheim when asked what the team needs to do to start looking like professionals. 


Martone even used the Lavy-ism “jam” in his comments on Saturday then talked about “dog mentality” on Sunday. There goes the next chief of police. 


Think you can’t fire the players? Wrong. You can’t do it now. Not 13 days into a season. But 3-to-4 weeks? Yeah. 


By Halloween, there are a certain number of NHL GMs whose cell phone bills are going to spike. And Briere’s better be one of them – provided there’s any trade value left in a roster that’s heading for a crash faster than Wile E. Coyote after deploying a defective Acme product.


The earliest significant body-for-body in-season trade in team history which led to immediate improvement was Paul Holmgren shipping grinders Steve Downie and Steve Eminger to Tampa Bay for young, offensive-oriented blueliner Matt Carle on Nov. 7, 2008 – exactly 28 days after Palin-gate. That’s your bar for Briere. 


The only way out is through


Captain Couturier said (to the floor) there’s “no quit” on his club and that a turnaround is a matter of simplifying the game. 


“We’re playing slow, we’re not making the right reads, we’re not winning races,” he said Sunday night. “We’re out of sync. There’s not really any excuses right now.”


Well, if the head coach publicly calls out the team’s inability to make 10-foot passes or win board battles – how “simple” is a recalibration going to be? What’s kindergarten-level practice sets for million-dollar pros? A visit with Hockey Central and a bunch of 10-year-olds?


If Tocchet’s message isn’t getting through, in one-and-one-tenth seasons as coach, the responsibility to compete and execute is squarely on the players. Gun to my head, responsibility shifts onto his shoulders at the end of this season. There’s still 77 games to salvage … something.


The only potential damning public comments so far on his end came before Saturday’s loss. When asked about what was different between last year and this year, Tocchet let the facade slip a bit: 


“We’re not gonna out chance (other teams) most nights … we have to play who we are. Playing good defense, being good in the neutral zone, I think we got a little away with it. That’s why the disparity in shots. Finally, we took the attitude to get pucks to the net. That helped us.” 


He’s basically admitting “low-event hockey” is not just playing hawkish hockey in the neutral or limiting chances in the d-zone. It’s about playing so buttoned-up in the other two-thirds of the ice, that the offense has to constantly make the most of limited o-zone activity. 


Keep an ear out for little slips like this as we go along…


Wednesday, October 07, 2026

Jurgens latest lineman to fly coop, lands with other birds in Baltimore

The fallout on the offensive line continues for the Philadelphia Eagles.

Less than 24 hours after the shocking, sudden retirement announcement by OL Lane Johnson for undisclosed reasons, the Birds dealt struggling center Cam Jurgens to the Baltimore Ravens in exchange for a 5th-round pick in 2027 and a second-rounder in 2028.

Also heading down 95 South is a 7th-round choice in '27.

The mouthpiece and leader for this and the next generation of Eagles linemen, Jordan Mailata again shared his thoughts as another loyal comrade leaves the corps: "We shared a moment, Cam and I, where we cried," he admitted to an assembled media throng in South Philly on Wednesday. "You think about all the memories. Won a lot of games here. Won a championship here. Lost a lot of games here."

Jurgens had been a Pro Bowl level center for the last two seasons, but was pressed into duty this year at left guard thanks to an injury to usual starter Landon Dickerson. In April of '25, two months after helping the Eagles win their second Super Bowl and fifth championship in franchise history, he was rewarded with a 4-year contract extension.

Per a recent column by Jeff McLane of The Inquirer focusing on Johnson's experience, Jurgens had lost confidence in himself to ably perform at a high level.

However, like Johnson. And Jason Kelce. And Fletcher Cox. And Dickerson -- it appears years of battle caused Jurgens' body to fail him first, before his mind.

Timing of the move is certainly interesting, given Jurgens self-reported concussion symptoms on Monday morning, one day after the Eagles' 24-20 home loss to the Los Angeles Rams. He was in concussion protocol, according to several sources, but no other details were available ahead of the trade announcement.

It appears that Willie Lampkin will be shuttled into the open spot beginning Sunday.

Jurgens, a 27-year-old native of Nebraska who played college ball for the Cornhuskers, was taken in the 2nd round of the 2022 draft and subsequently appeared in 62 games (45 starts) over the last 5 seasons. He leaves a club sputtering at 2-2 heading into a London date with the Jacksonville Jaguars, to a Ravens team sitting at 3-1 heading into a Sunday night tussle in Atlanta.

"In a moment of embrace you kind of forget about everything and you just savor the last moment you have," Mailata added of his final meeting with Jurgens. It wasn't all emotional availability, though. Room for humor always. 

"I started calling 'dibs' on a couple things in his locker," Mailata said. "Did the same for Lane as well."

Tuesday, October 06, 2026

Flyers ink free agent F Bunting

Staring down the barrel of an 0-2-2 start with no end in sight and their young core failing to recapture the magic which defined last year's stretch run to a playoff berth, Flyers GM Danny Briere made a move on Tuesday.

Unsigned free agent forward Michael Bunting was brought into the fold on a 1-year, $1.2 million contract. 

Bunting, who like Flyers head coach Rick Tocchet is a product of Scarborough, Ontario, spent last season split between the Nashville Predators and Dallas Stars, collecting 14 goals and 19 assists over 74 games but carrying a minus-24 rating.

The former 4th round draft pick of the Arizona Coyotes has compiled 109 goals and 143 assists across 418 regular season games for the 'Yotes, Maple Leafs, Hurricanes, Penguins, Preds and Stars. Bunting's high water marks in offense came with Toronto in 2021-22 and 2022-23 (23 goals each season) while his career high 103 penalty minutes was also achieved with the Leafs. 

Bunting's arrival hints at several issues that need buttoning up in the early going: one, that a veteran forward with some sandpaper is desperately on order after Briere let go of three veterans who populated the 4th line and two, that a proven veteran presence who has played under Tocchet could relay his message to the young core while also providing necessary competition for players who may be too comfortable.

The signing also removes the possibility of dipping into the prospect pool at Allentown, with the Phantoms' season just underway last weekend. 



Eagles OL Lane Johnson abruptly announces retirement

Less than 48 hours after being a late scratch for the Eagles' 24-20 home loss to the Los Angeles Rams, veteran offensive lineman Lane Johnson announced his retirement in a statement issued on his personal X page. 

If this abrupt ending holds, the 36-year-old native of Texas -- who the Birds selected fourth overall in the 2013 draft out of little-known Kilgore College in Oklahoma -- rides off into the sunset having participated in 171 games over parts of 14 NFL seasons having won 2 Super Bowls. He also earned 1st Team All-Pro honors twice and was selected to the Pro Bowl on 6 occasions. 

Earlier this season, Johnson stated this would be his final pro campaign. In addition, he mentioned his parents' health and the attendant toll it took on his mental preparation as a contributing factor to absences from the team. There is no official word from either the team or Johnson himself whether this played a factor in his decision.

On WIP shortly after the announcement, fellow veteran OL Jordan Mailata said Johnson "was everything you could ask for." when offering advice and guidance for the Australian to acclimatize to the NFL. 

"I've never seen anybody work as hard as he worked, even in meetings," Mailata added. "He was researching things all the time (about recovery modes). He never gatekept success, always shared it with the other guys."

It is kind of sad to think Lane was the last of the old guard," he admitted. He was part of the original Core Four. One of the greatest groups of all time to come through a locker room."




A short time later, Eagles owner Jeffrey Lurie also took to social media to express his fond farewell:

Dear Porter Martone

Courtesy of Steph Ricci
by Bob Herpen

Phanatic Hockey Editor

PORTER!! HELLO!!


It wasn’t even Day One of the new NHL season and I see you’re already aiming to move from the back of the room with all the cool kids to Head of the Class in the Bryce Harper School of Pandering to a Long Suffering Fanbase.


Yeah, I read that whole thing. Cause I’m a crusty old dude who can concentrate for 7 minutes at a clip, rather than zoning out for a 30-minute podcast with pretty pictures.


I love these pieces because it’s as unfiltered a voice from the players themselves as anyone’s gonna get. Just a little polish to smooth out the rough edges. Sticks it to all the award-baiters out there who fancy themselves “story tellers,” because it comes straight from the hearts and minds of the men and women in the arena.


You hit all the major points: hockey mad kid in Ontario. Dad who was a former draftee and never made it. Flyers fan in a region of the province that’s mostly Maple Leafs supporters. Backyard rink. Gassing up the big dogs who came before and carried your hopes and dreams for the Cup. Cute pics with your heroes. Dream fulfillment to wear the sweater for real. First experience with the bloodlust that comes with battling the Penguins.


I get it. You’re a first round draft pick. Big freshman season with Sparty that stopped well short of a natty party. Took the town by storm with a strong stretch run. The hope of nations.


You’re young, dumb and full of … a desire to live up to expectations: your own along with the Flyers’ fans and organization.


The franchise is placing a tremendous amount of faith in ya, bud. First-line winger. First power play unit. 


Remember why you’re here with all the distractions that will eventually find your doorstep with that unblemished face. Do I even want to cite that line where Mickey doesn’t consider Rocky a true fighter until he gets his nose busted?


Just steer clear of any deodorant commercials. And cross-checking dudes square in the back when all four pairs of zebra eyes are fixed on a net-mouth scramble. Also, no interviews with cartoon rabbits, ducks, pigs or Martian conquerors. Eyes on the prize.


This city and its starved hockey fans don’t need someone who gives the team's admin star eyes with the fresh drip every home date. Don’t need an aw-shucks type of dude trying to gain crossover appeal in the Phillies broadcast booth with the National Treasure and his Mets-fan side kick. 


You wanna be in the driver’s seat? Be more like Max Verstappen than Toonces. Harder than it looks, isn't it. Had your first goal of the season wiped out and the team hasn't won a game yet.


We don’t wanna hide our faces anymore. Done with discussions over whether Kate Smith should be out, loud and proud or stuck in a wooden crate guarded by top men. Just win, baby. We need ya to internalize that mindset with every stride of every skate blade on every fresh slice of ice from this day forward.


Harper’s done more to integrate the Phillie Phanatic into high-end off-the-field couture than he’s done to bring us a championship on it. Seriously, son, don’t start.  


Don’t be wearing Gritty socks and Gritty Hawaiian shirts and shooting hoops with the Sixers in Camden or shagging flies across the street with a Gritty headband. No Gritty-themed skates for children’s cancer research. 


It’s been done to death.  


You know your head coach, “Tocc?” He wasn’t expected to be a savior and that’s not what we want, either. His development into a folk hero was a rare and beautiful thing. 


Went from a wild-eyed kid from another borough (Scarborough) who’d do anything to get ice time and do anything to keep it, to a bona-fide threat with his hands on every shift. No Insta posts of the second his fist met some poor unlucky bastard’s face.


You know what this city and its starved hockey fans need more than a wide-eyed kid ready to tell the world how great Philadelphia is? A 30-goal scorer. 


Haven’t had one since Travis Konecny scored 33 a whopping 3 whole years ago. Better yet, they need a 40-goal scorer. Haven’t had one of those since Jeff Carter in 2009 and the only guy who’s been close since, was Scott Hartnell (37 in 2011-12). Only Simon Gagne has done it more than once this century, back-to-back seasons (46 in 2005-06, 41 in 2006-07).


Better still, a 50-goal scorer. Rarest of the rare. It’s a Six-Timers Club: Rick MacLeish. Reggie Leach. Bill Barber. Tim Kerr. Mark Recchi. John LeClair. Last time was 1998. 


The Flyers haven’t drafted and developed a true sniper … EVER. Only traded and signed for their red-light rockers and in two rare cases, sent them right to the NHL after a brief, scorching period in the minors.


We also need a player who executes his role on the power play immaculately. Last season, Trevor Zegras was the first Flyer to hit double digits in PP goals (10) since James van Riemsdyk (10) in the COVID shortened 2021 season. 


So why not shoot for let’s say, 15 goals on the advantage. That hasn’t happened in an uninterrupted season since Brayden Schenn (17) AND Wayne Simmonds (16) did the dirty work 10 years ago. 


Although ticket prices in the 21st century suggest a base who’s been successful enough in life to build backyard rinks for their kids in cul-de-sacs that dot the ‘burbs, the spirit of our suffering is more fundamental. 


City living. Heavy trouble. The small kids and the smart kids needing to look over their shoulder. Abbotts milk crate for a net. Mylec plastic for a stick. Cars parked on one side of a small street for boards. Scatter when the big kids take over the rink or try to roll with ‘em?


Or if you lived in a neighborhood that believed in public outlets for youth with a lot of energy, a rink with 8-foot-high cyclone fencing, two painted blue lines, one red line and 4 empty 20-gallon drums as goalposts. 


Wanna know where you should go?


Scanlon Ice Rink. I and Venango. Recently refurbished in the middle of a once working-class Catholic neighborhood that could use a boost. 


Rizzo Rink. Front and Washington. Check out what’s pretty much the last generation of guys and gals who take it upon themselves to play whenever and wherever there’s an open spot. Fishtown Rec. Girard and Montgomery. Burke Playground. 2nd and Jackson. Same deal. 


Tocchet talked about "connections" on the power play. This is your shot to connect for real. Not Insta real. Real real. With the kids who look up to you and the adults who need you to produce so they don't submit to public embarrassment when they lose their fantasy league in April.


McDevitt Rec Center. Scotts Lane. Little Falls. I would also have said Houston Playground in Andorra, but,

oops … 3 years too late. 


Of course, it’s also gonna be *strongly suggested* you stop by the Ed Snider Youth Hockey Foundation. 


You’ve got a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be the kind of player who’ll never need to pay a bar tab or pick up a check for the rest of your life. Time to walk the walk. We’ll be in your corner. Until we’re not. 


See ya out there. But we wanna see you here, too.


Sincerely,


Us