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Isn’t he the one that said for the teams that refused to draft him that he’ll be filling their nets with his goals or something ?

I remember when we signed those Ironman FA’s back in the days and just our luck they get injured. Let’s hope it’s the opposite this time.

Did we finally found our Tanev-like stay at home defenseman??

What kind of car did Karlsson get?

Just rest this man for the playoffs right now and he’ll still win the art ross.

I don’t think they were willing to take the chances of teams at the TDL. I would imagine at the TDL we either get low-balled or not even seen Horvat get moved, as well I cringe every time I saw Horvat on the ice and god forbid on the penalty kill with the risk of injury. However, if teams are desperate… we can still manage dangle Miller. Just imagine if in the end we got a better return with Miller than we did with Horvat, now that would be management.

Hoping our team by then looks great that having Bedard would be more of a luxury at that point. and he be doing better than Tavares did when he came over from NY to Toronto.

I want us to keep losing cause we have essentially have a bare prospect pool and I’m itching at the chance to get into the top 3 for this years deep draft. and at the same time…. I want us to keep winning to see if we make it into the playoffs, where anything can happen. This team makes me bipolar. I feel stressed, happy, frustrated, curious, fearful, depressed… and everything else in between. I love-hate you Canucks.

If there’s one year to crap the bed for a potential draft year and people say it’s going to be a deep draft, it might as well be this one.

What if all along this was JR’s secret plan? Secretly tank and sell off some of our assets at the deadline and pile up another 2-4 1st to 2nd round picks with also the chance of grabbing Bedard in what could be one of the deepest drafts ever.

Don’t worry, just doing our usual lose streak now… so we can start the win streak at home. ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN.

Regardless of which team wins the cup, something I learn to love is how grown men turn into children again.

RIP to duke and condolences to the Boeser family. I remember reading this quote by someone on Reddit ages ago that I saved and whenever someone passes I’m just reminded of it. “Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.”

I’m fully prepared for us to win against Colorado. As someone said, we elevate our game against better teams, but stoop the lows against the worst teams too.

Change the colours of the jersey to white and blue, put polar bear colours for the grizzly bear instead. add a hockey stick to the other hand of the bear and bam. FUSION. I drank…. But I think the colours would look nice and people of the forums can picture it.