Indeed.

Hockey players are like you and me. They don’t come with a stick up their ass that makes them wince or wither at the sound of heart-felt profanity. That is left for media or those who call themselves journalists (degree or otherwise). As for us Die-Hard fans who just happen to come with a talent for prose, fucking A. You know Surly & I had wide smiles across our face at our Conn Smythe goaltender’s penchant for profound profanity.

Was Quickie drunk? I sure hope so. I hope he won’t be sober for at least a week. The 26-year-old boy who is quickly becoming a man and working his way toward legendary status among L.A. Kings goaltenders deserves not only every award and accolade showered upon him but the right to let loose with or without over 18,000 listening.