Once again we find ourselves wondering, what’s going on in this picture:
A. At the Devils rookie dinner, Zach (right. Her?) insists that he is not, in fact, a rookie anymore, and consequently shouldn’t be on the hook for the tab. But Travis (left), ever the prankster, is adamant that he has never seen Zach before, thereby proving he’s a rookie. It’s a fight Zach will never win, and once again he finds himself stuck paying for his teammates’ nearly insatiable desire for delicious Medieval Times dinners. (Off screen, under the table, Travis is also installing the latest step in his most recent taffy-in-the-shoes strike. Zach will never know what hit him.)
B. While they refuse to wear visors during play, Jamie Langenbrunner, left, and Mike Mottau, right, insist on wearing sunglasses indoors at all times, no matter how dark the restaurant.
C. Patty Elias, right, is the Devils appointed social secretary for entertaining prospective free agents or trade targets, giving them a glimpse of what life in Newark has to offer. Here, VincentLecavalier, left, finds the Ironbound to be far hipper than he had been led to believe. “In Tampa,” he will later say, “we don’t get served maraschino cherries out of footed silver bowls alongside dinner rolls and goblets of genuine Newark tap water!!”
D. Jim Rockford charms a young woman on the lam in Vegas in the hopes of getting a percentage of the reward for the money she’s absconded with.