Life imitated art again today: Our little Devils took the ice after the big Devils finished their practice session. After losing in a shootout last night against Colorado, the Devils ran through a few shootout drills, and more than a few cycling from behind the net to the low slot drills (Colorado had two goals with that play Friday night).
I went back out to my car to get the well-traveled and chronicled Alexander Mogilny Russian Army jersey, hoping I might finally get the sublime sharpshooter to put the subtle Sharpie strokes on my sublimated sharp Lutch sweater. Alliteration and my feets failed me now; I missed Mogs by about 10 steps. He left the ice just as I re-entered the rink.
As the players left the ice, I couldn’t help but join in with some of the visiting youth players looking for autographs. I provided player names and pens. Zach Parise signed my semi-official scorer’s book. I have to remember to pull that page out before I use it to count shots on goal in our next home game.
Before heading into the locker room to change and then catch a plane to Columbus, Parise wished the little guys good luck in their game. Parise will probably get passed over for the Calder and Byng trophies, given how the Devils are playing this year, but he gets major props from me for being a model to young players.