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My blue heaven
MONTREAL | July 21st, 2010
My blue heaven
The key to any practical joke is ensuring no evidence is left behind. But what happens when your epic prank involves a substance used to dust actual evidence for fingerprints? That’s exactly what Kirk Muller found out the hard way back in 1993.

It all began innocently enough, in a casual conversation Muller was having with a friend who happened to a police officer. One thing led to another, and the current Habs assistant coach ended up with the aforementioned potent forensic powder in his possession.

“My buddy tells me to be extra careful because it’s really concentrated stuff,” recalled the former Habs winger. “He told me how it expands when it hits your sweat glands. I reassured him and then I actually thought I was being pretty careful with it.”

It turns out, Muller wasn’t so careful after all.

“I brought it to practice one day and put it in the underwear bags, in Patrick Roy’s gloves and mask and in some guys’ gloves. I put it pretty much  everywhere, but I just kind of sprinkled it –

I didn’t think it was that much,” explained Muller of his police-issue Ninhydrin-based powder.

Everything seemed normal enough at practice that day until Muller’s victims, including Mike Keane, Lyle Odelein and Guy Carbonneau, dared to take a breather.

“We skated for a while and then the guys took their gloves off to get some water,” recalled Muller with a smirk. “Next thing you know, everyone’s hands were dark blue! Patrick lifts his mask up and it’s all over his face. I was like, ‘holy crap!’

“Then, after practice, everyone comes in and strips down to their underwear and their skin is dark blue. They’re walking around and their sweat was hitting the rug, so now the rug is blue, too,” continued Muller on his “Smurfing” of the team. “The brand new red rug management had just installed had blue spots everywhere, and poor Eddy Palchak was losing his mind and couldn’t understand what was going on.”

While the Kingston, ON native didn’t take his role in the prank to the grave, he also didn’t fess up right away, either.

“I eventually told the guys it was me, but only like two or three months later,” admitted Muller, who along with his teammates would by then be crowned Stanley Cup champions that spring. “We won the Cup, Eddy got his new rug, and all was forgiven.”  

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