First Chink In The Armor

It's been a puckhead lovefest since the NHL deal was struck, but I finally found something to be pissed about again: Bobby Clarke is back in my life. Let me just say right now that I would never dare to suggest that someone ought to release a pack of rabid, starving wolves on his property, especially if those wolves had been known to tear humans limb from limb and feast on the armless, legless carcass that remained. I would never put an idea like that out into the open, because I'm not that kind of person.