(Get the joke? He "bol...." oh go to hell.)
First of all, if you have never seen this picture before, I feel humbled that the greatest moment of your life took place at The Triple Deke.
Second, Stevie Y took the GM job in Tampa Bay, if you hadn't yet heard.
Third, turn that frown upside down. Then crack your mouth open a little bit because it looks fucking creepy when people have a u-shaped Joker smile with no teeth. I don't mess around with that shit. If you look at me like that I'm going to assume that you're thinking about doing something to me that breeches my civil rights, and typically in this situation I react by deploying blunt force trauma to your throat with my fist.
Be happy for this man. He's got a job that only 29 other people in the world get to do. (Well I'm not sure if what Steve Tambellini is doing in Edmonton is considered a "job" ... at least I hope he's not getting paid for doing that.) And it doesn't mean that he's going to spend the next 50 years in Florida running the Lightning. Once Ken Holland decides to hang up his phones (lol) and call it a career, we can all make a trip down to Tampa -- we'll make a weekend out of it and refer to it as like "H2H5", probably -- and kidnap him back and bring him home. It will be just like that movie Celtic Pride, except Stevie won't inexplicably be friends with us in the end. Because we'll go to jail. For a long time. But it will be okay because he'll be back where he belongs, and we will be too.
Now I will kick back and wait for the arrival of my newest purchase: