PHILADELPHIA — John Tortorella sat with his back to a piano, bushes waving in the wind outside large windows on a sunny day on his farm in Westchester County, N.Y. His salt-and-pepper goatee trimmed, his long hair perfect, his glasses an eloquent accessory to his presentation, he might have been an English lit professor Zooming a class on Keats to New England undergrads.
But Torts was so eager to leave his horses and dogs and return to the ice that all of his decorum melted away.
“I’ve been shoveling a lot of s--- out here for the past eight or nine months, excuse my language.”
