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Payback’s a Bitch

As the announcers’ intimated, the last time Todd Fedoruk was in MSG, he (and fellow Flyer tough guy Ben Eager) went nuts in the first period, specifically targeting Ranger star Jaromir Jagr, and the Broadway Blueshirts couldn’t deal with it, and went on to a 5-3 loss. So last night, NY Ranger house roughneck Carleton Orr–who didn’t dress for that previous game–IMMEDIATELY went looking for Fedoruk, to let him know that shit was not gonna fly this time…

And so now we have a new “Punch of the Month,” because there is no way anyone — I’m looking to you, Major! 😉 — can complain about the way this one went down.

Some folks may complain about the NHL accepting fighting as part of the game, but almost to a one, I’ve found those people: a) never played the game, b) if they say they played, it wasn’t at anything resembling a competitive level (like those pussy-assed “no checking” leagues filled with little pricks who work you over with their sticks when the ref has his back turned but wouldn’t dare take you on straight up), or c) never knew anyone who really played the game, and could explain what it’s like when bodies are flying around, grabbing, hacking and crashing into each other, while armed with a club that you want to shove down the throat of whichever bastard from the other team is pissing you off enough that manslaughter begins filling your mind instead of getting hold of the puck. So if two bulls drop the sticks and gloves and square off, YOU LET THEM GO. The only other option is lumber crashing across skulls when someone gets fed up and erupts.

Someone does that, you ban his ass to the max. But last night was a straight-up deal. Orr asked Fedoruk if he wanted to go; Fedoruk happily accepted the invitation. There isn’t a player alive with a beating hockey heart who would argue with the way that dance went down.

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