I have a new post up at PittsburghMagazine.com, this one about the recently revived possibility, however remote, that Jaromir Jagr might return to the Penguins, or at least the good graces of the Penguins and by extension, the city of Pittsburgh.
You recall, do you not, that time I cornered Jaromir behind the Civic Arena, got his autograph and we made out?
Okay, I made part of that sentence up. Guess which part.
When Jagr was playing in Pittsburgh, he was a child, really. A young man new to the country, new to the language, driving around town in his Trans Am with his luxurious, luxuriant, lustrous, silky smooth mullet flying in the wind—not to mention a gambling problem on his back.
Now, he’s a weathered, experienced, more mature hockey player. A 39-year-old man possibly finishing out his career in the Kontinental Hockey League, his team based in Siberia. No, really. Siberia. Where punchlines go to die.
Skillz all up in the hizzy, fo’ sho’. [throws signs]