Get comfortable, we have a battle on our hands
EDMONTON, Alberta -- Slumped in his dressing stall, the midnight chime having come and gone, officially 102 minutes and 24 seconds of elapsed playing time after it all began, Shawn Horcoff, without provocation, handed the hero's laurel off to his bloody, battered comrade.
"How many stitches?" he asked. Eight. "How many teeth?" Three.
Horcoff nodded softly, then shook his head in admiration.
"Smitty's played that way all year. What more can you say about the guy? ...
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