A lotta people in this thread jumping on Bill Guerin, but here's the thing: put yourself in Guerin's shoes. Now hear me out here (I've linked a source at the bottom because we've already had the libel warning in this thread):
You're Bill Guerin. You're a friggin' nine year veteran. You got the Cups, you got the Olympic jerseys. But you're new to the Stars. You're trying to make friends. You're cooking up your
jockstrap omelettes*. You're dealing em out, they're flying off the pan. Modano takes one, Zubov takes one. Turgeon took one, but you suspect he emptied it into the trash. But the point is: your new teammates, hell, they are enjoying your fried egg dish. Things are loose, the room is relaxed. It's all going accordin' to Billy's plan.
And in walks this kid, some rookie. Things quiet down substantially. Hatcher gives you a look, like "Billy is this kid gonna get any of your eggs?" But you're Bill Guerin. You adjust the strap, and you say, "Heck, have some of these eggs, kiddo."
And the kid, this jumpy lil bag of bones says "Sorry Mister Guerin, I'm lactose intolerant. I can't eat any of your jockstrap eggs."
But you're Bill Guerin, you're quick on your feet. "Lactose intolerant?" And here you dig back in your brain, back to your school days, back to the Edmonton Public library days where you spent a lot of time in the Russian Classics section. "More like lachrymose and somnambulant, am I right?"
And the room went to pieces. Everybody was laughin' it up, someone smacked your butt. You're Bill Guerin, this is just how life goes for you.
So you can understand, perhaps, why when this kid gets up in your face later in the day, you were perhaps at the end of your tether already. Nobody turns down Billy's eggs.
*jockstrap eggs mentioned here, seven paragraphs in.
Guerin delivered leadership, humor and Cups during Pens' tenure