The picture you see above features my American League roommate/ECHL teammate Micheal Haley (#32), less than a year ago. He’s played in 52 NHL games, compiled 163 PIM, and has scored one of the prettiest goals you’ve ever seen during his time with the New York Islanders and Rangers. The dude can flat-out play on top of being Rocky on skates, I assure you that.
However, he can’t play play at an NHL level if he’s not willing to muck it up. He’s a 5’10″ physical assassin with fine hands, but he’s not fast enough to be an effective offensive player at the top level, and not big enough to be a full-time heavy there. So when he gets his shot, he’s gotta take it with whoever’s ready. He knows his role. And so, we get to the picture you see above. He’s looking for someone, anyone to engage him during warmup.
As he should.
Coaches love what Haley’s doing there. He’s drawing the line in the sand between us and them, he’s making it clear that tonight is going to be no fun for the Bruins when he’s out there, and he doesn’t want to be friends. He’s talking to the opponent, but with a purpose.
The thing is, not everyone shares Haley’s thirst for blood. Some of us actually quite like our opponents. But for the love of god, Bourne, please stop smiling and joking with other players. Get your hate on. Read the rest of this entry »