Based completely and entirely on their scoreboard designation/abbreviation (initials?), Viktor has immediately developed an intense eye twitch over the Yukon Malamutes, also known as YUM. Does it make sense? Absolutely. Does Viktor continually think "WHAT IS YUMMY?", and then get mad that there's nothing yummy at all in his immediate vicinity? Every. Damn. Time. Whether his Quebec City Citadelles actually have a game against YUM, or he's just taking a cursory glance at the night's final scores, Viktor's stomach audibly howls in protest at the blatant deception. This rivalry is very personal to his digestive system, and whether he likes it or not, Viktor will spend the next few years playing insatiably hangry against the Malamutes. Ultimately, he'd like to reach a point where he can transform the energy wasted yearning for poutine (his newfound obsession) into an energy boost of determination that he can in turn use to help bring QCC another victory. Until that day comes, Vik will have to endure worried glances from his linemates when the muffled snarling drifts eerily out from somewhere underneath their disgruntled center's jersey.