Watching tonight's game 2 and reading the tweets and seeing the stories being written, I can't believe how much fuss there was about Dan Carcillo playing in this game, before, during, and after. *chirp chirp chirp*
As much as everyone says they hate Carcillo and all those similar NHL villains, you love it and you know it. You love having someone to hate. Because that's how passion works. You have passionate love for your team, your guys, your way. But you have to have the flip side, right? You have to have those players you love to hate. Avery. Carcillo. Tucker. Pronger.
Sure, the game is beautiful and is theoretically "enough," but for those of us immersed in it day after day, for those of us who tell the stories of the game, who live and die with each shot or save or trade or draft, we want these guys. We want them to be jerks, we want them to succeed, we want them to fail, we want karma to kick their lousy asses. It's great theater.
It's the bleu cheese crust on the filet mignon of hockey. It doesn't NEED it but sometimes it's a delicious, odorous change of pace.