As of today, they’re both unemployed. And neither of them are particularly funny, either.
I’ll let Jason Cohen weigh in on the suitability of Barry Melrose as Tortorella’s replacement whenever he’s good and ready. In the meantime, I caught the 3rd OT of last night’s Pittsburgh victory over Detroit in a 7th Street tavern that shall remain nameless. Moments after Petr Sykora’s called-slapshot ended the marathon, one bartender was heard to bellow, “can we finally turn that Canadian shit off?”
And to think, that’s the same neighborhood that’s meant to be hosting the Pointed Sticks in August.