We would very much like to be able to post some kind of deep, insightful hockey commentary about the Devils here, but you know what keeps happening? Just when we’re ready to commit to making some statement about how great any given guy is doing this year, or how pleasantly surprised we’ve been by a player we’ve previously assumed sucks, or how we’ve just noticed some really subtle, brilliant thing about a specific Devil, that guy gets injured. Like, broken-bone injured (see: Paulie, Zubrus, Clarkson). Or exploded, separated shoulder (see: Pando). Or just disappeared (see: Oduya. Or rather, don’t. What the hell happened to him, anyway? Is he gone forever? Should we even bother expecting him to ever return?). So for the sake of the Devils continuing to be not-at-all-sucky, we’re just going to keep our yaps shut about how much we love a guy whose name rhymes with “Blandy Bleene”. And we’re not going to remark on how shockingly able the guys who’ve come from a place that rhymes with “Blowell” have been. And we’re really going to stop rambling on about how sorry we are that we ever disparaged the name that sounds like “Blacques Blemaire”.
Nope. All we’re going to say is that we love, love, love, love, love Andrew Peters. Boy oh boy do we hope nothing untoward happens to him.