That’s just Dyslexia: Pavs was 1’6”. Talk about beating the odds. He played with a #2 Ticonderoga pencil they say, with clothespin for a curve. Slept in Joe Thorntons sock drawer when they were on the road, he’d nestle down in there with his muffled snores sifted through Jumbo’s Lululemon undergarments. For breakfast every morning he’d eat a whole peanut, and promptly take a nap thereafter. But he had a heart that was 5x the size of any other many on the ice, the anti-Rudy he twas, a true tyke with a chip on his shoulder - some say it was a Dorito that fell from Brent Burns’ beard. How he tipped those pucks, oh boy, was that a sight. He’d leap he would like a giddy leprechaun and redirect to whatever corner he’d choose, as if it wer nothing. Some say that’s how he had to get things from the kitchen cabinets at home since even a footstool would leave him short of the countertop. He was sumthing he was, lil’ Joe the peanut boy on ice!
