Martin Brodeur is old. Well, old for a hockey player. If you haven’t heard this lately, you probably don’t have the internet. Or a TV. Or you just don’t care about hockey. Anyway, we all know that Brodeur is becoming what I hesitate to call an “ageless wonder”. I hesitate because it’s a stupid phrase but it kind of applies, even though he’s been showing his age for a few years now. So maybe it doesn’t apply. Whatever.
We know that Brodeur is old because the media keeps telling us (hypocrisy!) and I’m half surprised that we haven’t seen a billion comparisons between Brodeur and Jamie Moyer. I like to imagine they hang out at the Old Athletes Country Club and have old man arguments.
“Paint my chicken coop!”
“Make me.”






