"No! forget the glass Woodhouse, just give me the pitcher, for I am a sinner in the hands of an angry god. Bloody Mary full of vodka, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me now and at the hour of my death... which I hope is soon. Amen."
I'd be lying if I said I didn't lose some respect for Sedin right there but it is pretty funny. There's only so much a man can take, especially from a 5'2" PITA like Marchand. **** playing smart right there. After the second jab (where you know it's not a one-off face-wash type deal with a cheap shot thrown in), I'm going postal to the degree that he's not going to pull that **** again. Take your penalty but more important take the other man to the room for stitches and dentistry so he can't go back out and goad someone else. Marchand was also an offensively solid player in that playoff, so you're not just taking some scrub off the ice.