You know, I don’t think I ever realized just how often goalies get human parts shoved right in their grill until I started doing these little pieces over the last four years. Here is yet another crease-crashing classic, this time courtesy of Parkhurst. In this card, the New York Islanders’ Tom Kurvers is sticking his crotch in poor Glenn Healy’s face.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I can’t understand the selfishness of some people. I mean, if Tom wanted to eat that succulent crossbar so badly, couldn’t he have at least waited until after the game when no one was guarding the crease?

Then again, maybe I’ve got Tom all wrong. Maybe he’s just terribly upset and he needs a crossbar to cry on. You know, when one is truly grieved, it can be become so uncontrollable that the body and the mind just cannot work together, and the body wins out and all these emotions just come flooding out. Know what I mean? No? Well, I’m not really an expert on biology, emotions, or psychiatry, so there’s a better than average chance I’m wrong, but you know what? I’ve learned something today. There is a fine line between selfishness and grief, and that… wait, that doesn’t make any sense. Ah hell, maybe it is just some dude sticking his crotch in another dude’s face.