|Pavel the rookie worked and studied
very hard to learn the scoring techniques of the master. He watched,
he took notes, he imitated the master's slapshot in front of the mirror.
One day he found himself on the same shift as the master. He planted himself near the net, but there were too many players between him and the puck, so he turned away to try and get clear.
As he turned, the puck bounced off his behind, into the net, top shelf. His first NHL goal.
After the game, he summoned the courage to compliment the master, half jokingly, on being able to get the assist through that huge crowd of players.
The master said, ``There was no crowd. Only I and your big butt were on the ice.''
I ask you this: Was Pavel, or Pavel's bottom, the better hockey player?