After more than an hour of listening to the deliriously delighted try to put into perspective an accomplishment that literally has a commercial dedicated to how speechless it leaves you... ...even I, as the viewer, began to wonder just how many quotes were needed before the Capitals got the green light to blow through just about any red lights in lifting all available spirits in a more tangible way. I know professional athletes have media obligations and all, but the Q&A portion of an inevitable evening of viva'ing the ever-loving-shit out of Las Vegas did seem to be disproportionally long. And who better to remind a reporter of that fact than Braden Holtby? Attention needed to be drawn to an itinerary that was decidedly too far over the influence, and only someone psychotic enough to make an unforgiving living stopping high-speed vulcanized rubber could do such a good job bringing an abrupt stop to a conversation in a way that didn't allow it a chance to continue. Anyone else and that passive aggressive answer comes off as obnoxious, but - as anyone even mildly familiar with hockey knows - nothing is all that weird coming from the lips of goaltender. If the 4th station in ten minutes absolutely needed to learn of Braden Holtby's emotional state after winning the Stanley Cup then they should have at least had the professional courtesy to butter him up with a beer. If I've learned anything from having little patience, run-of-the-mill social anxiety, and a hollow leg, it's that doing so definitely would have made his responses more retweetable.
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