There is not very much in life -- or hockey -- that shocks me. When the NHL's Department of Player Safety decided to essentially hands the car keys right back to serial reckless driver Zac Rinaldo, it did not shock me. Disappointed me, yes. Shocked, no.
Forgetting just for a moment about Rinaldo's recidivist rap sheet of dangerous hits in every league in which he's ever played and his attitude of casual -- even cavalier -- disregard for fellow players' safety, let's look at the play itself.
First of all, look at the game clock. The period is expiring.
Look at where the puck is. It is already about 10 feet away from the recipient of the hit, Sean Couturier.
Then look at Rinaldo's skates, slightly lifting upward in order to deliver a hit to the considerably taller player. Although Rinaldo's elbow is tucked and the main point of impact is Couturier's upper chest, the reason why the player's head snaps back so violently is that it bounces off the top of Rinaldo's shoulder pads (as I've written about several previous times, today's equipment is an unsafe-at-any-speed lethal weapon that is part of the problem, yet the tail continues to wag the dog in our sport).
In no way, shape or form is this a legitimate hockey play. It's far from the worst hit I have ever seen but it is still a despicable and suspension-worthy one. Even for a first-time offender with no history of such hits, I would have pegged it as worthy of three games.