There is no hockey and it makes me very sad. Figures that coronavirus waits until the year the Flyers finally look like a competent hockey team to become a thing. But it’s fine. Hockey will be back soon, the Flyers are going to win the Stanley Cup and Gritty is going to be arrested at the parade for public intoxication and indecent exposure (because you don’t really think he won’t go streaking at the parade, do you?).
Like the rest of the BSH staff has done over the last week or so, I’m here to tell you about what I’m watching on the television — or, as my granddad calls it, the “moving pictures”.