I woke up this morning in a Philly state of mind thinking that the sea of orange is well prepared for a playoff game on home ice. I was thinking that given the grit of Philadelphia and the fervor of the Capitals I was going to watch a bumping, decking match. I even prepared my youtube account to view the replays. I was definitely ready for ugly gutless goals not wrap a ribbon around the net minder Ovechkin goals.

By the way, I would hate to get stuck with Ovechkin in a dance club with his sleek celebration score moves on the ice.

Yes, I was ready to see character plays with the puck forced into the crease and getting stuck between the skates of the goaltender and dumped again and again like a repeat segment on CNN Headline news. Just like the time goaltender Marty Biron hit his collar bone with a sharp shot puck during the game. But nobody makes pretty goals look pretty on the Flyers other than Daniel Briere. Even his name sounds sweet and melodic to the ear -"Briere, Briere." He shoots so swiftly that he even makes golf putting look easy so move over Trevor Immelman.

But enough about the pretty goals, I'm really there for the fights and the beer.

My favorite stand is Butch' s at the Wachovia.

Yes, Philly is known for heartless fights on the ice with punches and knockouts and Rocky sequels. Watching upset Capitals goaltender Huet dangling his hockey stick against the Flyers just makes my day.

And then come the penalty shots with Mike Richards scoring on Cristobal Huet. The last time the Flyers had a penalty shot during a playoff game was when Mark Recchi wore the black and orange.

With the series now 2-1, will the Caps make it in the sea of orange this next Thursday?