McCabe finally spoke up yesterday about his lack of popularity with fans. Not unlike a schoolyard kid who embarrassed himself in front of class mates, there's an underlying sense of deflection and stilted bravado in his words.
Here is how the interview might have went had I been in the room.
"It's not like it was the seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals."
"How the hell would you know? We haven't made the playoffs in two friggen years, last year because of one measly point in the standings. One point?? EVERY point counts, tomato can.
"I'm one of the higher-paid guys on the team and they expect the world out of you. But I can't turn water into wine every night."
"Buddy. You're not even making moonshine out there. Body-checked by a net? Scoring on your own goal? Running around in your own end? I don't even know what to call that drink. Something with bitters.
"Obviously, you'd like to get cheered, not booed, at home. It's nothing I can control."
"You can control it by playing well. How about that? Jesus Christ, can't you take any responsibility for your actions? I would just prefer you apologized to the fans for your lack of production and its inherent effect on the team and promise to be better. Enjoy the boo's tonight.
Read the rest of his colourful quotes here: