Sometimes I wish hockey was more baseball. 4 games in, 3 of them wins, with the player in question getting a goal and points and contributing in other ways, on a team that has improved roster and playmaking year-on-year for the last 3 years, and some of us are ready to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
If it were baseball...
"Coach."
"Yeah."
"McHalaguindallamos is really struggling out there."
"Hm."
"42 at bats in the first 20 games and he's only got 1 homer and 4 RBI. Can't get on base to save his life."
"Yup."
"No walks. Ain't drawn a single walk."
"Well, 162 games, Bob."
"He's just fanning the field in the box, Al."
"Ayy-yup."
"He dropped 2 catches against the Yankees."
"He sure did."
"He dropped his pants during that ESPN interview though."
"No one watches the morning show - I wouldn't worry about it."
"He's been fingered as the driver in 3 bank heists, and I saw him tossing a bloody hammer into his locker the other day."
"Boy's got a great arm from center though."
"But he's the shortstop, Al, for crissake."
"Seems you might be a little mad that it was your hammer, Bob."
"It's an Estwing!"
"140 games left for him to clean it off, relax."
"He'll mar the darned finish!"
"Yepper. Let's keep an eye on him and see how he does with the whole heroin thing. Plenty of time."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Plenty of time."