There is much tepid beigeness and mousy forgettablility throughout the cities of EggNation, as the streets have run yellow with yolk. So long, Egg. We’ll miss barely being able to remember you’re on the Devils roster. (Oh, and you too, Fraser.)
As for this Kurtis Foster person, we sort of don’t trust the name Kurtis. Curtis? Sure. Kurtis? Suspect. When we think of Kurtis Foster we think of two things: Adrian Foster and Kurt Rambis. Neither of those guys are good at hockey. The new Egg has a lot of ground to make up to win us over.