Mikko Koivu gulped what looked like a protein shake. In front of his locker sat full and empty bottles of water and other sports drinks.
Just how many different liquids does he consume after a game?
"That's a secret," he said, smiling.
For Koivu, this is stand-up comedy. As earnest an athlete as you'll meet, Koivu isn't the kind of guy who's going to make you slap your knee but this season he has earned pats on the back.
Remember what we used to say, or hear, about Koivu?
He had not aged well. He was no longer a first-line center. He didn't deserve the captain's C. His shot was too balky for the power play. He was overpaid, expendable.
This season, Koivu has dropped gloves and pummeled every criticism ever leveled at him. He might not be the Wild's best player but he is centering the best line on the Western Conference's best team, he is his team's best faceoff specialist and his calm and two-way tenacity have proved ideal in Bruce Boudreau's room and system.
This is where players, fans and homers might argue that Koivu has proved everyone wrong. They might even use words such as "doubters" and "haters," two of the silliest in the English and perhaps Finnish languages.