We Were About 10 Seconds Away From An All-Time NHL Coaches Brawl Between Rick Bowness And Dean Evason
You want to know what really grinds my gears? When cooler heads prevail. God do I hate to see it. Makes me sick. Because cooler heads here robbed us of seeing an all-time coaches beatdown between Rick Bowness and Dean Evason last night. And let me tell you this right now--it would have been a BEATDOWN.
Rick Bowness needs to be thanking his lucky stars that he stopped yapping when he did last night. Rick Bowness might have some anger issues, but he's just a temper tantrum kind of guy. The type of guy who will throw shit around and yell really loud to make it seem like he's big and scary. But I've always been taught that it's the guy who says the least who you need to be fearful of the most in a fight. The guy who just calmly stands there, rolls up his sleeve, and is ready to take care of business. And if there's one coach who is actually in the business of handing out a free facial reconstruction procedure, it's Dean Evason.
The man had 4 seasons playing in the NHL with over 100 penalty minutes. He had another year with 99. You think Dean Evason is going to be afraid of beating the brakes off a guy like Rick Bowness? Not a chance. He's just going to calmly stand there and present him the opportunity to come over to him and say those things to his face. Dean Evason has the look in his eyes there of a man who wakes up every morning just praying for an opportunity to kick somebody's ass. It looks like he sleeps on a bed of nails every night stewing over the fact that he didn't get a chance to fight anybody that day. For sure not the kind of guy I'd ever want to challenge.
"You little fuck! That's fuckin' bullshit! You little fuck!"
Big words coming from a big man. Makes you wonder how he could possibly just shrug off Creed's invitation to come on over to his side of the bench.
I'll tell you what. It's a real shame these two teams aren't meeting up in the first round of the playoffs this year because that's a matchup that would have some fireworks right off the hop. I'm a huge fan of this Minnesota team. You've got a psychopath coach who is ready to whoop some ass at any given notice. You've got Ryan Reaves who is ready to whoop some ass at any given notice. You've got Marc-Andre Fleury who will even throw down if necessary.
You're not getting out of a 7-game series alive against the Minnesota Wild. And if by any chance you do happen to survive your encounter with these lunatics, you'll be barely held together by duct tape and bubble gum.