I feel like the butcher who backed into a grinder and got behind in all my work. TBAP has been too quiet (except some good baby name suggestions), and Ryan has been ill.
To inject some antidote, I give you a good old-fashioned hockey fight. Turn up the volume, grab a hot dog and soda, sit on the edge of your seat:
are you channeling your inner-Bob Probert for a particular reason?