Replay of the Day: Ninety-eight per cent of NHL playoff whiskers can be found on the faces of superstitious hockey players. The other two per cent, of course, belong to Nashville catfish. (As far as sea creatures are concerned, the catfish is considerably easier to smuggle into an arena than an octopus.)
After the Predators’ curfew-abiding David Legwand opened Game 3’s scoring in the first period, with what would prove to be the game-winner as netminder Pekka Rinne registered his first playoff shutout, some joker tossed a couple of seemingly live catfish on the ice.
While an official gingerly gathered one with a towel, a Predators ice girl scooped up the wiggling fish with her bare hands and escorted it off the ice.