Luke Schenn walked out in a white shirt and a blue tie and black overcoat and he looked directly into the cameras and said, “I got no excuse for it. It’s just a bad play.” The slow start? “That’s obviously my fault,” he said. “One hundred percent, I’ll take the blame for that.” His nose might be perpetually crooked, just around the bridge, but Schenn told it straight.
The directness was jarring, if only because that’s not standard operating practice around here these days. It doesn’t matter...
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