We are this close to becoming howling mobs of lunatics

we are this close to becoming howling mobs of lunatics I’m not saying that we as a nation have pretty much completely lost our collective minds when it comes to hockey.

I’m not saying we are this close to becoming howling mobs of lunatics in loincloths and werewolf costumes and official NHL replica jerseys and helmets, slavering through our streets, shattering storefronts with slapshots, yelling “CAR!” before overturning cars. I’m not saying Don Cherry is this country’s hockey version of Glenn Beck.

No, I’m not saying all of these things, because I feel if I do then the howling slavering mobs will come, brandishing their sticks and their torches and their great oversized however foam fingers, and overturn me. And I am afraid.