Hey, you don't realize routine until you break it. I am sure that during the record breaking season that Carey Price is in the midst of he has become pretty immune to the praise and compliments lauded upon him. Maybe he gets a little tired "great game Carey" or "good work Pricey". Until he walks into the locker room after he singlehandedly saved Montreal from returning home to face a collapse of epic proportions and no one as much as gives him a tap on the pads. Then you start to realize that the accolades and adulation is not only pretty cool, but it's far better than the alternative. You know for at least one second there he was like "yo, what the fuck?! I just bailed your sorry asses out. Can ya boy get a thank you?" and before he could even finish the sentence in his head the team erupts with applause and he's draped in a silk cape. That's what makes a hockey locker room a hockey locker room. A little meaningless, bullshit prank pulled together in the span of like 3 seconds and it got the job done. Time to take Pricey out for beers, because he was the sole difference between the second round and a gut wrenching game 7.
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