from Mark Lazerus of the Chicago Sun-Times,

There’s nothing unusual about hearing Joel Quenneville throwing around a few F-bombs. Heck, during a hockey game, it’s basically ambient noise, like the scratching of skates across ice, or the rumbling hum of a Zamboni.

But Tuesday was different. The Blackhawks’ post-practice huddle is usually time for a quick overview of what Quenneville wants to see at the next game and a mini pep talk. A quick stick tap, and players then disperse and work on whatever they want to work on — faceoffs, stickhandling, deflections, whatever.

On Tuesday, though, the players gathered around the center circle gasping for breath, having just been punished with a series of lung-searing laps. And Quenneville’s curses were aimed directly at them.

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