Max Moliver has to be laughing his head off.
Oh, do you mean to tell me that you – a loyal Rangers fan – do not know about Slapsie Maxie? (Actually, I don't blame you. He's like the phantom of the NHL.)
Sir Moliver is the man who will determine the Blueshirts future because he's the agent for the guy who wants to be the richest goalie in hockey – Igor (Don't Call Me Iggy) $hesterkin.
The reason why the Max Man should be enjoying a good guffaw is all the wild guessing going on over Iggy’s asking price of the Rangers. And, trust me, the guessing is wild.
But if any one has a clue it should be Kevin Weekes who beat all the insiders – and outsiders – with the original story about Shesterkin's deal.
Since then the supposed contract figures have fluctuated like a Stock Market reading. The same holds for Iggy's supposed contract length – three years to a lifetime.
Old Pal Weekes shook up The Maven the other day when he posted a picture of Manhattan – as in where Shesty plays – and the juicy figures of $11.5 million. Nothing else; no explanation.
Any atomic scientist would tell You that Kevin was telling us that THAT numerical figure was Maxie Moliver's demand. Other savants claim it's substantially more.
But, so far, none of the "insightful" insiders really knows.
And that's why – if you were Slapsie Maxie Moliver – you'd be laughing all the way to that ubiquitous bank with a branch in The Garden!
