I remember playing hockey when I was younger, and Bert hadn't had his incident yet. My coach always called me a younger, better looking Bertuzzi. Soft hands. Hard nose. Wicked shot. Too bad other players got better and I didn't.
I always had a soft spot for Big Bert. Screw up or not, I liked the player save for his attack on Moore. And despite everything, I liked him as a Flame.
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Disregard any and all THANKS I give. I'm a dirty, dirty thanks-whore.
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