You may recall I mentioned my adventures with the dresser I hastily unloaded out of my car and then cracked by dropping on the ground. Well, that dresser survived enough for me to spend most of my free time over the past few days applying two coats of stain to, some of which has spilled on to the toes of my sneakers.
I mention this because those were the sneakers I was wearing when I walked into the Rangers dressing room not long ago (sufficed to say, practice is not a black tie affair). And since the stain has a reddish tint to them, it looks like I just got shot in the foot and the blood is seeping through my shoes.
So there I am walking through the door, and there are Jaromir Jagr and Petr Prucha speaking in their native Czech and gesturing quizzically in my direction.
I eventually cleared up the confusion. Although I must say, I do like keeping people on their….well, toes.
Anyway, this is only a long-winded segue into an update on real injuries as opposed to ones that are just imagined. This one goes out to reader Matt, who contacted me and said the Rangers myriad rehab cases are keeping him up at night. Easy, Matt. If you’re having trouble sleeping, it should be over something that really matters—like, say, the power play.
OK, more later…