"I'm glad he told me these things. Now I know how to use them against him. This kid thinks he's better than me?"
My imaginary scenario is something like:
"So frosty (Tortorella always says this with a lower-case f) came into my office yesterday first thing in the morning. He's flustered, he's upset, he wants to know why he was scratched again. I yell out the door, 'Rocky! Get in here!' Rocky comes in and asks what's up. I turn to frosty and I say, 'Fight him'. He asks what I just said so I repeat 'Fight him. Fight Rocky.' Half a second later, Rocky's shirt is off and he puts up his fists with a big smile on his face. frosty knows he's got no choice now; he puts up his fists and takes a half-hearted swing at Rocky. Well, Rock isn't taking that. He blocks it and smacks frosty a good one on the side of the head. frosty buckles but doesn't go down. He comes back up with a violent swing that catches Rocky on the button. Rocky completely demolishes frosty after that and walks out of my office still pulling his shirt back on.
"'There you go, kid. That's what I wanted to see,' I said to him. 'Now get up and get ready to play.'"