No matter how many times it happens, it still really bothers Mike Richards first thing every morning when he plods down the stairs in his bathrobe, takes a sip of coffee, and then throws open his kitchen curtains to find Pierre McGuire smiling creepily into his window.

Every now and then we hear some fan trying to get the wave started. But when we climb into the stands and beat him to death with our sticks, suddenly we’re the bad guys

We don’t want to identify the team, but let’s just say that players from one particular franchise are deeply concerned that their GM’s recent roster moves might indicate that he took too many shots to the head while growing up with his five hockey playing brothers.