“If this year has taught us anything, it’s that when we stick together like brothers and we work together and we stick with it, we can fucking do anything. Alright, we brought ourselves back from the fucking dead this year and it’s a credit to everybody in this room” - Connor McDavid | the drop, episode 33
I love hockey because the widely-accepted Inner Circle Of Greats is a Saskatchewan farm boy, a suspiciously Soviet-friendly twink, a guy whose name translates to "the best," a bisexual with a mullet, a Russian laboratory experiment, The Beloved And Highly Favoured Child Of God, and two unrelated white boys named Connor
As a kid McDavid unwrapped Penguins jerseys at Christmas, tacked Crosby posters onto his bedroom wall, collected number 87 bobbleheads. “One day he asked if we could write a letter to Sidney Crosby to ask him how he deals with all the pressures,” says Kelly McDavid, Connor’s mother. “He felt this weight on him that he wanted to be just like Sidney and wanted to know how he did that.” Crosby was 15 at the time; McDavid was five.