Growing up in Sweden, a young Johan Franzen heard his grandfather speak of a mythical linesman who would magically appear and grant you three wishes should you manage to capture the mouth guard of the elusive Drunken Mullet Boy from Buffalo. If only the Mule hadn't wasted a wish on superhuman head bleeding ability and instead wished to know from what haunted ether whence the linesman sorcerer came, I wouldn't have spent 30 minutes watching and re-watching this in bewilderment. 

Nota bene: Hockey refs wear orange on their sleeves, linemen do not. So don't tell me you see him hovering around the blue line at :03 mark. 

H/T: The stewards of the Internet over at Reddit