For all those rejoicing in the news of Sean Avery's spleen injury, I've got two words for you.
Grow up.
Try, as hard as it may be for you, to remember this over the next few minutes.
Read the Full Article
Sunday morning pop quiz: if someone happens to be moaning like a schoolgirl that Sidney Crosby, for instance, is a whiner, what exactly does that make whinee?
Granted, that is not a grammatically correct term - heck, it isn't even a word - but stick with me. It's for effect only.
Now that looked like a little pond hockey down where the three rivers meet last evening, but something was still missing.
Well, besides defense.
Just in case it was somehow overlooked...
One thing we now know, as if any further proof was needed, is that Sean Avery shouldn't be expecting a Christmas card from Martin Brodeur.
Big deal. That Avery-hating line forms over there to the right, and it is a long one.
Call Sean Avery whatever you must - and it's safe to say that most have - but the nuisance on blades has figured out the New York Rangers best chance of taking out the New Jersey Devils in the opening round of the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Get inside the head of one Martin Brodeur as often as possible.
