What the hell is the matter with Sean Avery? If you're going to be the most hated man in hockey, you've got to live up to it. And that means getting into a fight even when you don't want to. Even when you know you're going to end up spitting bloody chicklets afterward. Backing down from a brawl is for 50 goal scorers and Lady Byng Trophy winners, not universally reviled dicks. He had to know when he made that "sloppy seconds" crap that he was going to have to drop the stick and gloves sometimes and butter somebody's necktie. Instead he goes all passive resistance on David Clarkson like he's Gandhi or Martin Luther King. I mean, just look at that body language. It's like something out of an Animal Planet show when a babboon bows down before the alpha male of the herd and lets him take his food and bang his mate. The merciful thing for Clarkson to do would've been to kill him on the spot. It's much crueler to let Avery live with the shame of getting ragdolled like this.