So Agent Orange’s main squeeze, Hockey Meg, came by our place last week. The wife and I were mixing up a Bobby Flay coffeehouse steak, a few cocktails and watching some H-Dee puck from Filthy on Comcast Sports Net. Meg’s team, the Philadelphia Flyers, was playing my team, the Nashville Predators just 90 minutes north of my cozy living room. We had been planning for three months to get in the car and go to the game. I even went onto www.stubhub.com to see how much tickets were the day before the game. The Flyers are bad now and the demand for tickets is at an all-time low. As my main Philly man, producer Larry Rosen from “Rave TV” (he produces my favorite TV show, “Ravens Wired”) called them yesterday, “the once-proud” Flyers. The $55 downstairs tickets were available for as little as $10. And I could buy as many as I wanted at that price. But, once decision time came, and we found out for sure that the game was on in our homes in HD, the three of us were more content to watch in the game on Comcast and avoid the traffic, the ride, the late homecoming,
