Surly and I sat for an hour trying to figure out how we could get him into the L.A. Kings holiday party. Me: Bartender? Surly: No, I suck at making drinks. Me: A corporate executive of some type? Surly: I don't own a suit...and I am not shaving. Me: Darryl Sutter's son? Surly: He has a son? Me: We could find out. Surly: Idiot. Me: Shrimp puffs! Surly: What? … [Read more...]