Here's what I envision: Pens, Flyers in playoffs. Jagr gets on ice for first shift, then sits on bench after the change. He glances up at the scoreboard and somehow locks eyes with #66. All of a sudden he can't look away. His heart is racing. He clutches it, and can feel it straining. The trainer tries to get his attention. It's no use. He collapses in a spasm.
Good God what just happened.
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