The 49th in our 118-part series and second in our two-part mini-series.
Laughing at Marty Brodeur
Perhaps the highest compliment we can pay a player is when we focus on him enough to make merciless fun of him. We’ve shared some of our loving mockery for Sid Crosby, and we’d be remiss not to mention here how much we enjoy how hard Marty Brodeur makes us laugh, too. Of course, it helps that he laughs at himself (see: Game 6, 2003 Stanley Cup Final. You know what we’re talking about), and that he manages to pull off an almost unimaginable combination of outsized ego, humility, goofiness, punkiness, cockiness and modesty.
With that said, we want to share one of our longest-standing, fondest-loved Marty in-jokes. Bear in mind, Gentle Reader, that he’s a guy who drinks three Sprites during each game, so we like to think his training table looks not unlike what ours would. So one summer several years ago Pookie was toiling in a stage-crew job far from home and Schnookie decided to send her a care package. In that care package was a handmade “Devils Activity Book”, the kind of which has simple, child-level word searches, pictures to be colored in, and whatnot. And the piece de resistance in the Activity Book, the page that still graces our refrigerator door, is simply known as “Donut Marty”:
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