You’re 39. You’ve won two Cups. You’ve got 1,357 career points. So why not march your former thoroughbred racing ass down to the glue factory and turn your ass in?
Mark Recchi, the vet winger, waited a little too long and was sent there instead. After clearing waivers today, Recchi’s fate is up to his team. The Pens can either send him to the minors or negotiate buying him out of his $1.75 million contract. Either option blows for the future hall-of-famer. After last season, in which he mentored Malkin and Crosby and posted respectable numbers for his age, he’s managed just eight points in 19 games, and was a healthy scratch in seven of the last eight. Ouch.
So what the hell took so long? Does this man not know the joy of waking up at 11, drinking absurd amounts of coffee, taking a monster shit while plowing through the Times, and moping about until 3?
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