WELL! I go to work for the evening, and look what I miss.

Eric Staal spends the night in der Kerke after bachelor bacchanal gets out of hand.

Is it horrible earth-shattering stuff? No.

Why?

Because everyone is still breathing and in one piece. No property was damaged (that we know of at this time), no persons were injured (that we know of at this time), and nobody was drunk and behind the wheel (that we know of at this time). And Eric and his brothers were asleep when the coppers showed up to boot ‘em, so there you go.

And nobody was running a dogfighting ring, either.

ON THE OTHER HAND, it was still pretty gods-damned foolish to stop at the side of the highway and start hassling passing motorists when the local constabulary is already annoyed with them, alcohol or no alcohol. Thankfully nobody was hurt. But what do I think should happen? Nothing.

That’s right: nothing. I feel that no punishment should be meted out to Eric Staal by the Hurricanes. Dudeman and his bros were ASLEEP when the cops showed up to toss the lot of ‘em. Meh. That’s it–just…meh.

I can’t even be bothered to give Eric a cute nickname like “Punkin Drublic” or something–though really, I find myself picturing Jordan Staal and Sidney Crosby as Beavis and Butt-head.

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*saves that one for future comedic reference*

Would this make Coach Therrien Mr. Buzzcut? Just curious.