A Sedin twin once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
You know what you look like to me, with your good glove and your cheap pads? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little skill. Good practice's given you some quick reflexes, but you're not more than one season from the minor leagues, are you, Roberto Luongo? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure Montreal. What is your father, dear? Is he in furniture construction? Does he stink of wood polish? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the NHL.
Prediction: It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. Sharks win 4-3 with goals from Marleau, Pavelski, Burns, and Miggs.