Nobody can ever accuse Ed Snider of not doing everything he can to try and get the Flyers, his baby and lasting legacy, another Stanley Cup. There are many out there who experience Snider as he is now, Uncle Ed living in Malibu, in his later years at turns avuncular and apoplectic in the public eye, now that the Orange and Black have succeeded in keeping up the veneer of a winning club that sometimes gets a fleeting whiff of glory. You’d think he really swung his manhood around by influencing the madness of last June, but there was a …
