The middle-aged guy who wears a hockey jersey when he's fortunate enough to have tickets in the city, the big guy stoking a grill in the Spring rain when there's a critical game on TV and he really should be helping put the kids to bed or helping them with their homework.
Expensive? Not really, I mean, not when you consider the price of arena tickets in our day and age. Cripes, quality drafts at the game now cost $12 bucks a pop for flat brine, so spare me the wallet flap.
Okay....so who do I wear? Of course around these parts it's always Овечкин, Овечкин. Овечкин!!!
Don't get me wrong, the Russian Machine is AMAZING, but I'm a guy who likes scrappy.
Workhorse underdogs.
Lumbering finesse on dependable legs.
The guys who are willing to throw down and scrape in the paint.
The help.
Hence, the dude.
Number 25.
The Edmontonster.
Onward.