Clink Malarchuk is best remembered for being involved in one of the grisliest accidents in NHL history. If you don’t have an aversion to seeing mass amounts of blood on ice, here’s a closer look (Seriously, don’t watch if you’re squeamish):
Even more disturbing than the imagery is the cheesy music they use to cue to the commercial midway through the video (which is obviously a direct feed since we never see the actual commercial.) Perhaps Malarchuk’s injury had something to do with the evolution of outro music on TV sportscasts, since in the modern era the NFL on Fox has special over-dramatic piano music when they go to a commercial and someone is injured on the field. Oh yeah, back to the actual subject at hand.
Malarchuk is back in the news today for another bizarre accident involving his head. And once again, it would seem that he’s lucky to be alive.
While hunting rabbits in Nevada on Tuesday (please hold all Elmer Fudd jokes), Malarchuk accidentally shot himself in the chin with a shotgun.
Apparently, he’s going to be OK, and we’ll assume he will soon return to his current role as the Columbus Blue Jackets’ goaltending coach. After all, he was back with the Sabres four days after his throat was slashed. (This is the reason chicks dig hockey players.)
But this does pose an excellent philosophical question: do you see Malarchuk more as a “How the hell does all this shit happen to one guy?” type of guy, or do you view him more like Bruce Willis’ character in “Unbreakable*”?
I don’t have an answer. That’s why I’m asking you. So class, begin the discussion.
*= also referred to as the last viewable M. Night Shamalamadingdong film.