Kovalev goes home, injured himself pulling pud.

Guy Carbonneau: "Ay Kovalev, go de fock ome yoo pitse of chit. Yoo are nut werking ard enuve."

Kovalev: "Ok. Now I can go home and practive my leet skills."

Guy: "DE PEPPER I POOT TEET TON MY PLAYTE!!"



De Pucks He Poot Dem In De Bag.