Cuba Gooding, Jr. was a presenter at the NHL Awards tonight and he might have been overserved. Either that or he's the weirdest dude on the planet. I don't know how else to explain the slapping and talking about ass-grabbing and making a reverse Oreo with Mark Messier and Adam Graves.
How to describe Messier's face here? He's definitely in fake-laughter damage control. But Adam Graves kills me. This is all hilarious to Graves and he wants Messier to look at him so badly because he knows: if Messier makes eye contact with him for just one second, he's going to completely lose it. But Mess is too smart, he avoids his buddy's eyes and carries on.
Here we have Cuba being violent, yelling, and kicking things.
NBC actually has a highlight reel, of sorts, of Cuba being a pretty geeked-out weirdo where he hits on Andrew Ference's wife and just yells a bunch of player names. Good times, Cuba Gooding, Jr. As far as we can tell, there was no smoothly segueing to Herman Edwards, though. Which is probably a good thing.