[Clownie does not stop.]
Ovie: You snap stick. I no like.
[Ovechkin skates toward bench to get new stick.]
Ovie: I get new stick. Where is puck?
[Ovechkin locates the puck in the right corner and skates toward it at full speed.]
Ovie: I come for puck. I come for your head!
[Ovechkin slams into Clownie at full speed.]
Clownie: Dear Lord! Where am I? Did I just get hit by a freight train? Should I just wail away at anyone in close proximity like the sucker-punching, marginally skilled loser that I am and see what happens?! You betcha!
[Clownie uppercuts Ovechkin and even drops his gloves. Ovechkin is enraged and fights back.]
[Unfortunate referee steps in front of Ovechkin, akin to a zookeeper attempting to restrain a furious beast.]
Ovie: I see you soon.
Clownie: Thank you, refs, from the bottom of my heart, for saving my life.
[Clownie and Ovechkin are sent to the penalty box for matching roughing minors.]
Clownie: Well, I guess the only way to save face is to skate out of the box like a damn fool and instigate a fight with an infinitely more skilled player who has never been in an NHL fight before. Can't lose that one, right? Man, I'm so effing sweet!
[Ovechkin and Clownie skate out of the box.]
Clownie: You wanna go? Huh? Huh? Huh?!
[Clownie hooks Ovechkin and jabs his stick into his gut.]
Ovie: I give you last chance to go away. Shoo, before I crush you face.
[Clownie does not stop.]
Ovie: Okay, you no listen, time for me to crush you face.
[Ovechkin and Clownie drop gloves. Ovechkin takes off his helmet like a man. Clownie does the same, but like a girl.]
Ovie: Come, little boy. Ha, look at little guy try be tough!
[Out of nowhere, Matt Bradley races onto the scene.]
Bradley: You kidding me, punk? I will end you! You hear me, I will end you! Get the hell away from my boy, bitch!
[Bradley pummels Clownie. Ovie looks on - confused, but proud.]
Ovie: Lucky little boy, I no crush you now, my friend crush you. I squash you later time. Like bug.
[Bradley and Ovechkin sit in the penalty box briefly, before Bradley is given a game misconduct for being the third man in an altercation.]
Ovie: Thank you, friend. You are good teammate.
Bradley: No sweat, bro. You'd do the same for me.
Yea, so that last part's a little cheesy. And there's certainly no immediate reason to celebrate after tonight - we did just lose 7-4 to the Lightning.
But great teams always have that one moment in a long season in which it is positively clear that what they're striving for is far more important than a single game. A turning point, if you will.
Sure, we got our butts handed to us tonight. But in stepping up for each other, for themselves, for the red, white, and blue, the Caps showed just how strong of a bond they share as teammates.
That camaraderie will be essential to any long playoff run. It's the stuff of Stanley Cup Champions.