Probably even more after this:

The hosts asked him at some point what he thought of New York.
“Well, it’s not bad,” Ovechkin said. “It’s not best place in the world, but it’s ok.”
And a thousand Washingtonians breathed sweet sighs of joy. What’s better than the City, the hosts asked him incredulously.
“Moscow,” he said. “Yeah. It’s like Moscow first, second Washington, uh…New York probably third or fourth.”
Now, maybe he was doing this intentionally, to tweak New York and New Yorkers and the radio hosts that shout at them, but it just sounded like a casual dagger to me, tossed aimlessly over his shoulder while sliding through life, an arrow to-nowhere that somehow found its target and then turned out to be awesome.
Later, he was asked if he knew that Rangers fans hated him.
“They hate me?” he repeated indifferently. “You know what? They hate me.”

Confucius, Œc. Vol.

Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.