The more I stare at that picture, the more I realize that it's like a rorschach test ink blot. What emotion is that? Is it indifference? sadness? understated anger? Disappointment? Contemplation? Wondering if he has a fresh jug of orange juice in the fridge?
Obviously not. But Toews isn't a mere center. His godhood transcends your pathetic mortal positional definitions.As good as any center in the league? Even Toews, Pierre?
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