Tomorrow morning, Larry Robinson is going to go out and buy a cemetery plot just so he can dig a grave, lie down in it, and spin around a few times. It must have been quite the triumph of willpower for the man just to refrain from running out on the ice mid-game, grabbing Markov by the neck, and screaming “STOP DESECRATING MY TEAM! STOP DESECRATING MY TEAM!” Although I guess that’s not really his style.
[Yes, that’s the entire recap. I’m tired, my arms hurt, and I have no enthusiasm for writing about this game. See y’all tomorrow.]