Something Tells Me That Adam McQuaid Regretted Dropping The Mitts With Ryan Reaves Before The First Punch Was Even Thrown
Full disclosure, I rarely find hockey fights intriguing enough write about. I'm not about to parade down to NHL HQ and demand they be banished from the game, but - in my humble opinion - YouTube's endless supply has put a huge dent in the demand for watching people fall all over themselves while flailing fists in each other's direction. I'm not offended by their existence, nor do I find them entirely unnecessary, but - from an entertainment standpoint - I think hockey has a hell of a lot more to offer than something I could witness first-hand by sitting on a park bench outside a dive bar at last call.
In this instance, however, I can't help but feel captivated by Ryan Reaves' zen-like approach to pummeling faces. Like, prior to the heaving of a single hand I already knew his opponent was in trouble, because someone displaying that level of calm in the face of absolute chaos is a flag that's more red than whatever the hell the Knights' heavy-fisted forward was seeing as he froze himself into a subtle striking stance that would force a proud tear to the eye of Bruce Lee. Credit to Adam McQuaid for having the personal pride to go through with what appeared to be a somewhat inevitable pounding as soon Ryan Reaves locked onto his target with focus of...well...a jungle cat. As tough as he is in his own right, I'd have to question his sanity if a small part of him didn't immediately regret dropping the mitts with someone that instantly transformed into a fully-fixated beast of prey. Good job. Good effort. Bad decision.