Yesterday I waxed non-poetically about the new king of Philadelphia, Claude Giroux, and his 32 seconds of epic glory, which started with a brutal but legal takedown of whiny Penguins "star" Sidney Crosby and ended with a goal that proved to be the dagger for Pittsburgh's hopes. So today I'm looking at the great backpage of the Daily News and something caught my eye.
Remember the famous shot of Muhammad Ali (or, as he was still called at the time, Cassius Clay, glowering over Sonny Liston as he defended his heavyweight title in 1965?
Notice a simularity?
Now all Giroux needs is a championship under his belt.