The Sens can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to St. Louis. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Mound City, which is what they called St. Louis in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of hockey pucks on 'em. "Give me five pucks for a quarter," you'd say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the Lockout. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...