My translator is driving me crazy. He keeps saying humble things, but in fact I keep trying to tell everyone I'm one bad mf'er! Badder than Samuel Jackson in Pulp Fiction. But he translates 'I'm happy to score, lucky to get shot off, blah, blah, blah'...
I cannot wait for my first English speaking press conference. When they ask how I score goal I will be able to look Mike Prisuta in the eye and say 'Do you see stubble? Adam's apple? Big masculine hand? Look at me! There's no women here is there? She's gone, every part of her destroyed Mr Prisuta. Who am I? What am I? Isn't it obvious - I just won the Stanley Cup?!'
Time to rest,