Niko has decided to play in Russia next season, it seems.
For all I know, he’s thrilled about it. But it’s kind of hard to tell from the article, because it’s in French.
I always had a soft spot for Niko. He was painfully quiet and tee-ninecy. Despite his atrocious plus-minus over the years, I always thought of him as a pretty good defender. I might have been swayed by his flashy puck-stealing skills.
My lovely sister and I met him on the concourse at a Mavericks game a couple of years ago. He was very sweet and kind of surprised to be recognized, and pretty much our height. He signed my Mavs ticket because that’s all I could come up with in a panic. We told him that our nephew’s name is Niko and he was duly impressed. (Or maybe dutifully impressed.)
I hope he’s getting overpaid and has a lot of fun playing for AK Bars Kazan.
Tangent: Every time I hear about AK Bars Kazan, it reminds me of the Daffy Duck cartoon where he’s a bell hop and his guest just wants some peace and quiet. He takes the guest to the room and, standing at the door, takes out his huge key ring and starts naming off all the keys. “Key to the Grand Ballroom, key to the Broom Mop and Slop Closet, key to the Solarium, the June Room, the Ssssnack Barrr.” (At about 1:40 in.) Oh man, I love that cartoon.