Steve Mason was nearly blinded after enduring the Wells Fargo Center lighting for 60 minutes (Photo by Steve Jacot)

Steve Mason was nearly blinded after enduring the Wells Fargo Center lighting for 60 minutes (Photo by Steve Jacot)

In Defense of Steve Mason

Steve Mason was nearly blinded after enduring the Wells Fargo Center lighting for 60 minutes (Photo by Steve Jacot)

Steve Mason was nearly blinded after enduring the Wells Fargo Center lighting for 60 minutes (Photo by Steve Jacot)

 

Steve Mason has come under a lot of fire this season. Advanced statistics advocates seem to think he’s a mediocre goalie. They eagerly await his regression like a cartoon wolf waiting for a meal. He had a rough start, allowing 20 goals in his first 6 starts. Then, he complained about the new lighting in the Wells Fargo Center.

I initially scoffed at Mason blaming the lights for early troubles. You are paid millions of dollars to play a (Canadian) children’s game, good sir! Suck it up and never complain about anything. But then I walked into the Wells Fargo Center for the Flyers matchup with the Edmonton Oilers. My god, Steve Mason was right.

The rink was lit up like Clark Griswold’s home at Christmas. I had to wear sunglasses for the entire game. It was as if I was watching hockey in a tanning booth. I only see two solutions to this pickle:

 

Dim the lights like Madison Square Garden

Madison Square Garden has been poorly lit for years now. It’s intentional. The Rangers have all been trained to see in low lighting like the collection of mutants that they are. Sources tell me that Henrik Lundqvist wears night vision goggles under his mask. The Flyers need to copy this strategy so they can copy the Rangers’ success and then lose to the Kings in the Stanley Cup Final.

 

Have Mason live at the Wells Fargo Center

Steve Mason needs to adjust to the lighting, so what better method than having him camp out at the Wells Fargo Center? I’m not sure how much sleep he’s going to get when he’s staring at the veritable sun all night, but the results will be worth it. Besides, Mason has too much fun off of the ice with his hot lady friends, zombie television programs, and cool ass bulldog. Shouldn’t he be concentrating on hockey all day and all night? It’s his job!