Prongs: Nice Arm, Eh!

At a local breakfast spot today, Chris Pronger, one of the world's best hockey players, walked up next to me, leaned back, and fired a wadded-up T-shirt 15 feet into the face of an unsuspecting radio host who was broadcasting live from the establishment. Perfect aim, great velocity...BANG! The cotton rocket ricocheted off the guy's face and bounced his head off the wall. Nice arm, eh! And so the hosts had the 6-foot-6 Pronger's response to their request for an on-air interview after he finished his breakfast. But when one of the radio guys handed Pronger the microphone, he gave in and took a few questions, all without really saying anything at all or ever dropping his bemused scowl. At one point, an exasperated host asked, "Hockey — what about it?" Eventually, the guys gave up trying to get a serious answer and the victorious Pronger dropped the mic and sauntered out the door with a wave; he was dressed like he was on his way to a workout (Wish I'd asked where he got his sharp white-and-silver Reebok cross-trainers.). My take: Decent sport — he could have just kept walking, quiet by nature, and a guy who truly enjoys messing with the media. I hear his St. Louis manse is for sale. Good luck in Anaheim, Prongs.