The Flyers think they're walking into their house tonight, but they're about to remember why Carolina comes to Philly and leaves with their lunch money.

We're down one in Philly right now but I've seen this movie a hundred times—these boys flip a switch in the third and leave the Wells Fargo Center in absolute shambles because that's what happens when you poke the Canes and they decide you're about to have a real bad night.

The Flyers'll skate around like they're afraid of their own shadows while Carolina plays the physical game WE invented, so I'm taking the 'Canes because this team couldn't intimidate a youth league if their lives depended on it.

We're up by one in the second period playing soft, boring hockey against a team that's gonna skate circles around us in the third when it matters, so naturally we're losing this game.