2: Honestly, most of the time Jefferson ends up in the penalty box, he knows he deserves what he's getting. He make look like a sweet, hunky angel on the outside, but inside Jefferson is two wolves, and both wolves love beating the shit out of someone if they get in the way of his playmaking. So any time spent in the box is not spent in anger, reflection, or anything of the sort -- it is simply a zone of tranquility, where Jefferson can look back fondly on the utter devastation he has unleashed on the ice. A brutal show of force that strikes fear into the hearts of opposing skaters and makes them think twice before cross checking him again -- Especially that asshole, Baron Samedi. Even if the call is ambiguous or circumstantial at best, Jefferson simply rolls with the punches and doesn't let a negative emotion show on his face, because in the end, it's about establishing the legend of a man with nothing to lose.