The Flyers are 0-5-2, and eight goals won't save anybody

Look, the Philadelphia Flyers finally made franchise history this season, just not the kind anybody's printing on a commemorative T-shirt.

They're 0-5-2 after Carolina beat them 4-1 on Sunday, and no Flyers team had ever gone its first seven games without a victory. The Broad Street Bullies would've started a donnybrook by now; this group can't even locate the crease to start one in front of.

The number

Eight. That's how many goals Philadelphia has scored in seven games, by our count, against 28 allowed, which isn't a slump so much as a minus-20 on the season. I've witnessed healthier goal differentials in a Tuesday-night beer league where half the roster arrived directly from happy hour.

They opened with a 7-0 home loss to Pittsburgh, absorbed a 5-1 beating in Boston on Saturday, then returned home Sunday and let Carolina score three times in 6:38 of the second period. Svechnikov, Gostisbehere and Aho, bang, bang, bang, and Carolina finished with a 30-19 edge in shots.

Bruins tax: a 5-1 loss at the Garden gets a team a long, quiet bus ride. In Philly it gets them a franchise record.

The power play

The power play is 2-for-21 this season. That's 9.5 percent. Buddy, I'm begging you, take the puck off the half wall and shoot it. It doesn't need protecting, it isn't a family heirloom, it's a puck.

Christian Dvorak scored the only goal Sunday, tipping in a Nick Seeler point shot. Good for him, and it was also his first of the year, which tells you exactly where the bar is sitting.

Kept off the sheet

• Jamie Drysdale: zero points in seven games, 21.9 minutes a night, per NHL data. Twenty-two minutes. You could binge a whole sitcom episode in that time and still have more points than Drysdale.

• Cam York: zero points in five games at 21.8 minutes. At least he's dependable, in the wrong direction.

• Travis Sanheim: five straight games without a point, by our count, while eating 24.5 minutes a night. He's the minutes leader, which mostly means he's leading the team to nowhere faster than anybody else.

The coach

Rick Tocchet is the guy taking the heat, and he didn't sound like a guy with a fix. "I don't know if you're nervous or there's pressure," he said.

Coach, it's both: they're nervous because there's pressure, and there's pressure because they're nervous. That's a hockey team chasing its own tail around the neutral zone.

The dressing room is at least saying the appropriate things. Trevor Zegras said he's "fully behind 'Toc.'" Dvorak had the line of the night: "We're not going to win eight games in one day." Correct. One would be a nice start.

Joseph Woll made 26 saves on 30 shots and kept it respectable, so he's the one Flyer who deserves a complimentary cheesesteak this week.

The grade

Grade: F. Not F-minus. That one's reserved for the Leafs, and I don't hand it out on a Monday.

Seattle visits Tuesday, and if the Flyers drop that one too, Tocchet's seat goes from warm to Florida-in-August hot. Trust me, I know the temperature, because I write for a South Florida website.

I said what I said.