If two teams are fighting for the playoffs and the North Americans of one of them comes to rescue his soft euros from his assailant, and they reach out and hooks him by his jersey, you shall slash the stick out of his hand. Show him no pity.
And your long excerpt today from Gretzky the Kings 99 25:40
Troz said to the assistants of Preds, “Choose one of the bulls and prepare it first, since there are so many of you. Call on the name of your hockey god, but do not light the fire.” So they took the Weber given them and prepared it.
At 7pm, Doughty began to taunt them. “Shout louder!” he said. “Surely he is a god! ha ha. Perhaps he is deep in thought, or busy, or traveling. Maybe he is sleeping and must be awakened.” So the Bridge people shouted louder and screamed themselves with words and cheers, as was their custom, until their vocal chords burst.
Then the fire of Weber came and burned up the sticks, the gloves, the skates and their faces, and he also took their gatorade from their bench.
When all the kings saw this, they fell by way of puck to face and cried, “The Weber—he is God! The Weber—he is God!”
Then Trotz commanded them, “Seize the skaters of Los Angeles. Don’t let anyone get away!” The preds seized them, and Trotz had them brought down to the Bridge and pummelled them there.
Let us hope Pekka isn't hung out to dry on the crossbar for our PIMS tonight