"Twas the night before the deadline, when all through the NHL
Not a GM was stirring, not to buy nor to sell .
Their rosters were full of has beens & spares,
In hopes that Stanleys Cup - soon would be theirs.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of hat-tricks danced in their heads.
And Bettman and Daly and their salary cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winters nap.
When down in Columbus there was such a clatter,
**lund awoke from him slumber to see what was the matter.
Away to his iPad he flew like a flash,
To open Mozilla and he googled "Rick Nash".
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his "work",
And filled all them twitter sites, with rumors for jerks.
And layed his long finger up inside of his nose,
And gave it a nod, and a wild idea it arose!
He sprang to his chair, to give his followers a scoop,
And they all believed him - although it was poop.
So he thought up a lie, a fib & a myth
And he blurted out names, like Brown, Schenn, Ott and Smyth
And he said just believe me cuz IŽm so well connected
I might not have pedigree but whats to be expected
By tommorrow at three Nash will be a Leaf
Just become a subscriber and IŽll give you a brief
But most of us knew it was all BS he claimed
So we called him out saying you should be ashamed
But we heard him exclaim, Guys I know I am right,
"Good pickings tomorrow, and to all a good-night!"
Key phrase there is "when he's healthy", which is never. He has more glass in his body than Gaborik does. Only guy hurt more than him is DiPietro
Don't think they should be wasting assets on risks that are not even guaranteed to be useful this PO.
"I used to pray for good things . I used to ask the Hockey Gods for puck luck for the NYR .
Now all I want is Torts the smug stupid goatee clown to be fired , . I hate Torts . Please hockey gods make him get fired. Please Sean punch him in face" -- Dorado