As a player, Ron Hextall wore his emotions on his blocker. He had grit, grind and more than a hint of irrationality, famously abandoning his crease to go after Chris Chelios on one occasion, two-handing Glenn Anderson another time, and swapping blows with Toronto goalie Felix Potvin another time.
As the general manager of the team he scrapped for, Hextall wears little emotion, scribbling notes to himself from his perch high above the ice at the Wells Fargo Center, moving about the areas surrounding the Flyers dressing room after gasping wins and ugly losses with the stoicism of a Swede.