I was sitting directly behind the bench with my three-year-old when Marchand came off the ice. He yelled an f-bomb and slammed his stick, then left for the locker room with training staff after about a minute or two of having his knee initially checked out. Unfortunately, I was watching the drills at other end of the ice and didn't see what had happened - he was clearly in a lot of pain and pissed off. He seemed like he'd been in a bad or chippy mood most of practice too, really working aggressively in the early drills.
He had sworn really loudly after missing a shot just a few minutes earlier, too and this time Nathan gave me that I-know-that's-a-bad-word-and-I-think-Daddy's-funny-pretending-not-to-hear-it look that only a toddler can give. Especially one whose father gets busted saying it in the car at least once daily.
But that was it for the humor in it. Marchy was really hobbling from the bench down the runway and he never came back out.
No Chara on ice, either.
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