Bobby Farnham doesn’t have the quickness and otherworldly vision of teammate Sidney Crosby, nor the elegant power of Evgeni Malkin. Crosby is a genius, obviously, but his genius lies in his ability to find seams, exploit them. He sees passes and angles no one else does. He’s shifty and crafty, almost fox-like in the way he plays. Malkin, on the other hand, looks like he was constructed in some Russian laboratory; watching him play I can’t help but think back to the Ivan Drago training scenes in Rocky IV.

“hey dude where are you going bro?”

“just to my secret laBROtory bro”

“haha bro”