I'm not going to act like I feel any sort of way about Tomas Plekanec's kinship towards the players which he shared a locker room that he called home for well over a decade. In fact, if I were to act in the interest of full disclosure, I might offer this anecdotal insight into just how many fucks I give about any and all things Montreal Canadiens...
That said, I would be lying if I said it wasn't cool to see former teammates bust each other's balls in a way that reminds us that relationships in sports easily surpass sweater color. It's too often that we expect professional teams to get along in a way that is fitting of old friends who begrudgingly interrupt the streak of inside jokes to slam Jameson shots, only to assume that same closeness will automatically exist elsewhere when the business side of sports breaks that bond. Becoming a professional athlete means following an inherently unpredictable career path, but it's still largely bullshit that we completely discount what makes them people when they fall victim to the fickleness of being a player. Considering he's in the midst of an 8-game scoreless drought as a Maple Leaf, Tomas Plekanec probably appreciated the hell out of having his unorthodox look mocked by people doing it to his face out of love rather than having his lackluster production mocked behind his back out of spite. No one should feel bad for a guy who got traded from the pit of misery to playoff contention, but anyone that has developed alliances that exist well outside the locker room should at least relate with how brightly he smiled when he saw a familiar face popping out of the reptilian-top of an all-too-familiar undergarment.
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