I went to get my knee checked out mid-game. I was coming back to the rink, and the game just ended. Walking down the hallway, I couldn't find a recycling bin on my way down the hallway.
Right before I walked into the locker room, I see him kind of doing an interview there, smiling, laughing and I'm there in a knee brace limping down the hallway. I just felt like it was a God-given opportunity.
I could just stay silent and go in the room or I could say something and just have him look me in the eye and understand what's going on, something to think about. Yeah I just threw the water bottle, an empty water bottle, it landed like 2 feet from him.
It is what it is there. I mean, but it is what it is. It's hockey and it's a competitive game. So ... that's it.
