1. I don't know what kind of sick put-the-lotion-in-the-basket kind of bastard stuck us with this three-day layoff before the Train runs us over and leaves us for rotting, fetid, fecal dead, but whoever they are needs to be wrapped up in some sort of plastic material and shrunk down to the size of a small Honduran boy who would still be 3 inches taller than Gary Bettman.
b. Pavel Datsyuk is not going to leave this organ-I-zation hanging to the tune of 7.5 American dollars.
Back to 1. Seriously. This is disgusting. Have you felt the angst today?