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.
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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.
Uh, Sean Avery, in hockey lingo, this isn't what we mean by "hooking."
Caught a story in the New York Daily News this morning that Rangers' bad boy Sean Avery has allegedly been snuggling up with a high-priced hooker in the Big Apple.
Take one step off the edge of a cliff, you know you've gone too far.
But in the world of professional hockey, knowing when to bite your tongue isn't so cut and dried.
Just ask the Sean Averys of the world.
One's a Mohawk-wearing, gun-toting psycho taxi driver.
The other is a Mohawk-wearing, stick-toting psycho hockey player.
Is it coincidence Sean Avery and Travis Bickle are both from New York?
