In your write-up of Game 2, you noted that Fleury was Abdelkader'd by William Regal. In the interest of further entrenching this term in the broad lexicon of the English language, I thought it would be fitting to share my own experience getting Abdelkader'd.
While watching Game 1 of the Finals last year, I went to angrily/righteously slam my fist down on my living room table in response to Abdelkader's soft goal, which effectively iced the game for Detroit. It was an emotional game for me. I was just, just, just moving past the dark, depressed, funk that I had been in since the conclusion of the Pen's first trip to the Finals the year before, and it hit a little too close to home to see the final score for Game 1 of the new series mirror that of Game 1 of the previous series. All things considered, I think my subconcious response to hit the closest surface as hard as I could was quite reasonable. What I didn't factor into the equation, however, was that there happened to be a glass of water sitting on the table surface at the exact spot that my fist was hurtling toward.
Long story short, I never made contact with the table, instead shattering the glass of water into a thousand pieces. One of these pieces, a skinny, 1 1/2 inch barb, managed to embed itself in my hand and cleanly sever two tendons in my right pinkie.
For a little graphical accompaniment to this story, check out the last bit of the main text of this Deadspin.com blog: http://deadspin.com/5302613/there-are-so-many-ways-to-make-your-leg-turn-purple. A word of warning before you proceed: there are some startlingly grotesque pictures of other ridiculous injuries in the upper portions of the page.
As it was Abdelkader's Game 1 goal from last year's finals that led to my unfortunate accident, I think it is now safe to say, when describing what happened to my pinkie, that I got "Abdelkader'd."
Of course, I'll have to figure out how to pronounce that first.