Shanny is my second favorite Wing of all time. I think. I'm pretty sure. I don't know. I'll determine that on another day with complicated formulas and stuff.
I liked his style and personality. The same thing is probably being written on a trapper keeper about Zac Efron somewhere, but so be it. He was an interesting guy to have in Detroit for 10 years. He could score, hit, lead, fight, and score again if needed. And his playoff goatee was more influential in my life as a kid than either of my parents. It was pretty badass.
At the 2:38 mark is my favorite Shanny goal. You would've thought this moment would be a huge sigh of relief, but instead it wasn't. It was just joy, like they hadn't won two Cups before this one and were getting over the hump. This wasn't the Yankees winning the World Series and Jorge Posada letting out a little bit of pee as finally exhaled. This was pure bliss. Shanny scored, and then he and Stevie shared a moment on top of each other that was more intimate than anything I've ever experienced with a woman.
Rather than fight, Adam Foote tries to make a tackle with his nose. So Shanny breaks it.
So long, Shanny.