Phil Kessel, ladies and gentleman.
Is this the end of the road for the Kessel/hot dog stuff? No. Nobody will ever forget that one. When you get slagged (erroneously) as a tubby creature of habit on your way out of a place, it tends to stick. When you get the last laugh the way Kessel has, that only goes double. If he wants to keep spiking the football, he’s earned the right.
Should it be the end, though? Can it get any better than this?