Milan Lucic is a craven thug, who runs amok in the National Hockey League because of incompetent refereeing, and an impotent Department of Player Safety. The League is run by former thugs such as Colin Campbell, and by an ignorant troll who knows spreadsheets more than he does hockey. The league is proselytized by blood-thirsty former goons such as Mike Milbury, P.J. Stock and Don Cherry, who equivocate and dissemble, and trumpet a 'style' of play that validates their shameful playing careers.
So what did he do now, our black-and-diarrhea-yellow-clad orangutan? He did this.
Irked at having been cleanly bodychecked by Danny Dekeyser, he responded in a dirty, underhanded way, spearing him from behind in the groin. Which is shocking, but not really surprising, seeing as he already pulled the same dirty deed on Alexei Emelin a couple weeks prior to this. And, in the grand tradition of the Bruins, or Andrew Ference and Zdeno Chara and Claude Julien, lied about it afterwards, denying he'd speared Alexei. No way no how.
Like when he ran 170 lbs. Sabres goalie Ryan Miller, then lied how he only had time "to brace himself" before contact, pretending he didn't take two extra steps to deliberately knock him out of the game.
Some analysts will slurp Milan Lucic, about how tough he is and what a good player he is, but that's just the twisted narrative of the NHL, where great transgressions are glossed over, and Zdeno Chara is a 'leader'. Tough is one thing. Tough is Jarome Iginla, or Scott Stevens, or Larry Robinson. Tough is Chris Chelios, playing hard in every rink, against every opponent, all the time.
Milan Lucic fakes being tough. He's mean, he's nasty, he's big and strong, but he's not tough. He's a bully. He cheapshots, he picks his targets, but he doesn't play tough.
Milan Lucic will run away from Georges Laraque, claiming that his coach told him not to fight with him. So Milan scrupulously follows his coach's instructions. When it means not having to take on someone at least as big or strong as he is.
Which leads us to believe that Claude Julien never specifically told him not to crosscheck Dominic Moore in the face. He was free to do that. Go for it Milan. Don't mind the fact that you outweigh him by fifty pounds. All's fair and all that jive. You don't want to mess with a fourth-liner like Georges Laraque, don't waste your time, but go ahead, mess up a fourth-liner Dominic, fill your boots. Eric Brewer, size him up, make sure you're not taking on someone you can't handle, but if it's to your advantage, make juvenile mouthpiece Jack Edwards so happy he wets his pants.
But when you bite off more than you can chew, when Zdeno Chara isn't around to save your bacon, and you have your hands full, as when you foolishly took on Colton Orr and it wasn't to your liking, by all means, run away from him, and hide behind the referee.
I've had it with the faux-tough Bruins, who beat on Jaroslav Spacek and Raphaël Diaz, but are wittle purring kitty-cats when they're up against George Parros, Douglas Murray, Brandon Prust, Ryan White and Travis Moen. They're opportunists who gang up on hockey teams who want to play hockey, but cower when they're facing Chris Neil and Matt Kassian, or Colton Orr and Mark Fraser and Frazer McLaren. Don't think we didn't notice how well-behaved you were against the truculent Leafs during the playoffs last year, Milan.
Again, I'll call on the NHL to scrupulously enforce its own rules. Spearing another player in the groin should be something that isn't tolerated, in terms of defending its image, in terms of player safety, and in terms of fair play. Milan Lucic is a repeat offender, with no valid defence for his actions. Just because the referees didn't call a penalty shouldn't whitewash his actions. It's time the NHL entered the 21st century, made use of the video evidence, and threw the book at one of its most egregious cheaters.