I sat outside of MSG Radio's little box above Gate 62, and was interviewed in the first break tonight.
Kind of nervous.
Specially as I saw that it was Dave Maloney himself that would do the interview. But I think it went OK - and Eken, who maliciously put on the MSG channel on his laptop to hear me break in open stage, disappointenly agree.
It was Maloney who had it more difficult.
- I'll fuck up this name, Aftonbladet, he sighed a couple of seconds before going out on air.
And then he did it.
MSG innocent listeners got to know that I work for Aftonbaudet.
Hm.
But he also said that Janne "the X" Erixon was one of the best players he even played with, so the legend is forgiven.
Henke breaks some kind of new record in dressing room business. When all other team mates has showered and put on the suits and is on their way to that satan damned backstage-elevator that goes slower than a Washington defender, he sits there with full equipment and answers about question of how it is to be the leagues best goalkeeper.
The equipment guy, "Beets", is close to having a breakdown.
And just as it start to lighten up and everybody think it's the swedish hillybillies left who will only ask their short questions, Swedish Television Ann-Britt Ryd Pettersson starts this years marathon interview.
Then "Beets" walks away and shakes his head in despair .
When PR-Sammy asks if he should help to break the interview, the well-mannered Lundqvist waives to not do it.
- It's cool, I can sleep here, he says.
Big headlines in Daily News yesterday:
"Gomez wants to be Nylander".
Well, I want to be Hemingway myself, but my 104 year old grandma use to say:
Wish in one hand and poo in the other. Then look which one of them you got the most in.
The 10 million dollar man who came through the Lincoln tunnel is so far a fiasco.
I tell Henke (Lundqvist, "Henke" is the swedish name for him btw) that Ros says HV71 (a swedish team) could go to the playoffs if they played in the NHL.
The king of New York looks shocked at me.
- He means here? In a small rink? that is to say I don't want to say something unneccessary....
Doesn't have to.
The look says it all.
Ros gone mad.
Stephen Valiquette, Rangers other goalkeeper, know Swedish.
- Hey there King, he screams when I'm slipping between the gear on the dressing room floor.
That's the phrase Henke has learned him and Valiquette says that he is forced to use it every morning when he meets the Blue-yellow star in the training rink.
A box of Göteborgs Rapé lies in the Washington dressing room ("snuff", a kind of Scandinavia only tobaco).
A little mystery, as neither Backstroom or Nylander snuff.
It's Ovechkins.
The russian star snuffs like a seaman - and he prefers Ljunglöfs from Sweden.
When the goalie trainer Benoit Allaire finally gets through to his Swedish novice to congratulate him, Henke says:
- Where's my brownie?
He gets, Allaire reveals, a brownie cookie each time he keep a clean sheet.
- That guy will weigh 200 kilo before the season is over if he keeps playing like this, the goalie coach grins.