The glass? lol
That's when they played at the old PNE Forum. Chickenwire.
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The glass? lol
Wonder if Willie would have been a better option then Aaron Rome? . Would it have saved London Drugs some money?Hockey Widow wrote: ↑Fri Jun 25, 2021 8:58 am Then with the additions of Hamhuis and Ballard Willie got the hell out of dodge. It was horribly handled by the Canucks. And a huge loss to our back end.
Meh, he had a rough shortened Covid season, but I think most of us want him back at a (much) cheaper cap hit.
A discounted Edler would be better than many choices / options out there. With the minimal use of the Air Thief last year, Green should know how to park someone by now.Strangelove wrote: ↑Fri Jun 25, 2021 4:32 pm Meh, he had a rough shortened Covid season, but I think most of us want him back at a (much) cheaper cap hit.
Yep.Strangelove wrote: ↑Fri Jun 25, 2021 4:32 pmMeh, he had a rough shortened Covid season, but I think most of us want him back at a (much) cheaper cap hit.
Burke's Law: A Life in Hockey
Book by Brian Burke and Stephen Brunt
Let me tell you another Mess story.
Kevin Weekes, who came over in the Bure trade, was a backup goalie on our team, and let’s just say he wasn’t the most popular guy in the dressing room.
Our starter was hurt, so Weekes was in net and we called up a kid named Alfie Michaud from our farm team in Syracuse to back him up. But we had no plans to put Alfie anywhere near the net.
The game started, and about six minutes in, Weekes started shaking his knee as though he’d hurt something. Then he skated over to the bench. Everyone on the team knew he was pulling the chute.
(It wasn’t the first time we’d had an issue with him. There was a prior incident when Weekes had shown up late for a game and claimed it was because he had been robbed at knifepoint. His story was full of holes. None of his teammates believed him, and neither did I.)
Our trainer, Mike Burnstein, met him at the bench door.
“No fucking way, Weekesie,” he said. “Get the fuck back out there.”
“But I felt a tweak in my knee,” Weekes said.
Burnstein didn’t move an inch. “Get the fuck back out there,” he said. “There’s no way you’re making this kid go in.”
“I felt a tweak,” Weekes said again. “I want to get it looked at.”
Finally, Burnstein relented, Weekes went to the dressing room to get his “injured” knee looked at and Alfie came into the game. He tried to have a drink from his water bottle before play started, but he was so nervous that he started shaking like a leaf and poured the water all over his head.
Mess skated over to him.
“Look, kid,” he said, “you do your best and we’ll do what we can for you.”
We lost the game, 4–1, but it wasn’t Alfie’s fault. We weren’t very good, and it was just another losing night in what turned out to be a losing season.
After the game, Weekes went to the trainer and told him that, miraculously, his knee was feeling a whole lot better.
“Oh, no,” Burnstein said. “You’re going through all the tests, starting with an MRI.”
Burnstein was going to do his best to torture him.
I was sitting in Crow’s office, having a beer after the game, when there was a knock at the door. It was Mess.
“Burkie, can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.
I went back into the training room, where he had kicked everyone else out. Then he closed the door behind us. Mess was stripped to the waist and he still had his skates on, so he was towering over me. He leaned in with that look in his eyes.
“Trade him or I’ll fucking kill him,” he said, and then walked out.
So needless to say, I traded Kevin Weekes. Kevin has gone on to a great broadcasting career, and we get along just fine.