There is the "intellectual Bradley," at home in a lab coat and lighting bunsen burners, expounding on the physics of reaction times for goaltenders.
There is "shot and a beer Bradley," who can regale crowds with stories of his hockey prowess and travels around the league.
There is "dramatic Bradley," who can thrill throngs of Caps fans with the timely goal on a breakaway.
There is "joyful Bradley," who can share big moments with Caps Nation as goalies flutter in despair in their crease.
There is "punishing Bradley," who is always game to get down and dirty with a hated rival.
There is "relentless Bradley," who despite having taken a few blows himself, will be only to happy to return the favor.
There is "greasy Bradley" who goes into all the dark and nasty spaces to get the job done.
There is "heart throb Bradley," who can cause a whole segment of Caps Nation -- the one colored scarlet -- to swoon.