What are you doing to me, Rick Nash? I come here to sing your praises and lift you up where you belong (or at least higher than the C you got last year), and what do I find? Going by basic stats alone, dude, in some ways, you look worse. How is this possible, when you were a monster all over the goddamn ice all goddamn season long (when the old groin wasn’t acting up, at least)?
There were nights when the rest of the New York Rangers’ offense looked less like they wanted to score goals and more like they were figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet.