"Countless nights, their numbers got circled on the blackboard in the visitors' quarters.
The message, no matter the inhabitants, was surely the same.
No. 3 wants to knock your block off.
No. 28 wants to smash you into the glass.
So you might want to, you know, keep your head up.
For the Calgary Flames' version of the Bruise Brothers, the local pond had turned into a hunting ground. If Dion Phaneuf didn't rattle your molars in open ice, Robyn Regehr could be counted on to smear your carcass into the right-wing wall."
