Wild fans will want to treat Steve Ott as a villain. He's not. Villains are frightening. Ott is more like junk mail — annoying but meaningless, and soon to be stuffed in the proper recycling bin.
If the St. Louis Blues were intelligent, they would be feeding off the talent of Vladimir Tarasenko. Instead, they are feeding off the idiocy of Ott, a supposed enforcer who plays like a child, holding sticks and patting heads instead of just once hitting someone square.
When Ott actually had a chance to help his team with a third-period breakaway, he lost the puck, then fanned on a pass in the crease. He's not a hockey player; he's a rodeo clown.
Sometimes Ott mimics a tough guy late in games, when the hockey portion of the evening has ended. Monday, with his team down by three goals in the waning moments, he jumped on the smallest player in the game, Jared Spurgeon.
For Ott's next act of bravery, he will taunt a sleeping kitten.
"That's two games now — both wins — that he's ended up with a 10-minute misconduct," Wild goalie Devan Dubnyk said. "It's at the end of the game, so we know why he's out there and that's what he's looking to do."
Dubnyk sprinted out of his crease when he saw Ott on top of Spurgeon.
"He's scratching at Spurgy's face," Dubnyk said. "He's on the ice with his glove in his face and I could see his fingers moving, he's pulling at his mouth and his nose and eyes. I don't want our guy to end up hurt with his eyes or whatever. And the ref was standing there, so I just told him to grab, to get his hand. I could see his hand scratching at his face, so I just don't want Spurgy to get hurt and I wouldn't be surprised if that's what he was trying to do."