Ron Hextall brought the stench of Philadelphia with him to Pittsburgh, and in two years, he sent the Penguins into a spiral. What would life be like if he was still general manager?
Why I'm even uttering the name "Ron Hextall" is beyond me, seeing as how he has the reverse Midas Touch - everything he touches gets ruined. He's like Charlie Brown - a disgruntled bum who can't seem to figure things out.
The difference between Hextall and Charlie Brown, though?