Not for nothing, but it's certainly something I hadn't considered. You know, when you see a guy lying face-first on the ice under the body weight of an opponent who is flailing each and every one of his limbs in the direction of his head, you tend to focus on the discomfort of the victim.
That's why I'd like to thank Alex Burrows for opening his closet to the world and letting us take a lap in his shoes, because - upon further review - I can now see how he might not have been all that snug as a referee tried to forcibly remove him from the back of a defenseless opponent mid-temper tantrum. Aging cheap shot artists whose value have deteriorated quicker than their morals are people too, and - as such - they should be entitled to remaining cozy while carrying out their belated and cowardly retribution for the type of physicality that's inherent to contact sports.
Say what you want about the excessiveness of delivering multiple knees to the skull of someone who did nothing more than hit him cleanly, because we've all put ourselves in awkward positions that we would do anything to get out of immediately. Fortunately there's no pesky officials there when you wake up hungover on your couch with a massive hangover and a cramp in your thigh, because - shockingly - the Department of Player Safety doesn't see violent fidgeting as a viable excuse for on-ice assault...