J.B. Ashburn didn’t hesitate to say he was a little emotional at the approach of the Stanley Cup final, and not because he was suddenly back out on Fifth Avenue after having failed to smuggle a large Silver Bullet into Game 1. Never mind it wasn’t an actual ballistic projectile — it was a fairly harmless cylinder of Coors Light — the visiting Nashville Predators fan was surprised that he could not walk that brew right through the gate.
Had he only thought to disguise it as a catfish, because an honest-to-God catfish turned up on the ice in the second period, and you can’t wait to hear exactly how the hockey analytics people will explain that.