
leg that apparently hangs off of his hip.
(Scene: A boardroom in a downtown skyscraper. Brendan Shanahan sits at one end of a long table, preparing for the hearing. After shuffling a few papers, he's ready to begin.)
Shanahan: OK, first up we need to hear from the Maple Leafs. Send in Phil Kessel and Randy Carlyle.
(Phil Kessel walks into the room.)
Shanahan: Uh, where's Randy?
Kessel: Oh, he's on his way.
(Carlyle, sprawled out on top of a fainting couch, is carried into the room by several MLSE interns.)
Carlyle (with the back of his hand to his forehead): Fighting! Enforcers! Oh the humanity! However could an NHL team do such a thing!
Shanahan: Uh, Randy…
Carlyle: Won't somebody please think of the children!
Shanahan: Good try, Randy.
Carlyle: Not buying it, eh?
Shanahan: Not especially.
Carlyle (getting up from the fainting couch): Want to fight about it?
Shanahan: Maybe later. But first I want to talk to Phil. Phil, you're here because you slashed John Scott twice. It sure seemed like intent to injure. Let's start with the first slash, how can you justify that?
Kessel: Before the faceoff, John Scott told me he was going to attack me. He's much bigger than me and has far more experience fighting, so I felt that I needed to take action to protect myself. Whether it's on the ice or on the street, a person in imminent danger of being assaulted has a right to self-defence, and so I did what I had to do.
Shanahan: Hm. That's pretty convincing.
Kessel: Thanks.
Shanahan: And the second slash?
Kessel: Oh, I was just trying to break his ankle.
Shanahan: Ah.
Kessel: Seriously, screw that guy, am I right?