TribalPhoenix
Former TribalPhoenix
Well after some guy stole my premise last year for a thread, following doing this for a few years, I've started a bit early this go around.
Last year I was in Scotland for the deadline, so it was a bit different... this year, life is more than a bit different. I gave up my career so I could go back to school and pursue a career in Sport Management, so I'm living in a new city (St. Catharines, ON), and am a full time student for the first time in over a decade.
That said, you gotta have your traditions... and Trade Deadline Day is one of mine. So here goes.
8:00am - Wake up to the sound of..... nothing. My inner clock has me up at 8am every day now. Fear I'm getting too old for this Trade Deadline business. Become instantly defensive. My cat looks at my judgmentally. I respond the only way I can.
NSFW
8:45am - Complete shower, change, make the bed, and start brewing my coffee. Admire how clean my apartment is, and revel in how prim and proper this trade deadline will be.
9:00am - Take my first sip of coffee. Realize it's more whiskey than coffee. Realize I may not be quite as prim and proper as I'd thought.
10:30am - Log into HF Boards. Begin to attempt to rationalize why Roman Polak is deserving of a 1st round pick. Catch myself and realize I'd better start skipping the whiskey in my coffee.... and replace it if Absinthe if I really want to convince myself.
12:00pm - Few deals, so hit up Netflix on my laptop. Realize that Absinthe hallucinations are real on trade deadline day.
12:30pm - Realize sustenance required. Start cooking up some honey garlic wings in the oven. Just a few though...
12:35pm - Wings not enough. Working in a hot sauce store, I pull out my A game.... my Carolina Reaper (aka the hottest pepper in the world) hot sauce and douse liberally.
12:40pm - Realize the Reaper sauce was a bad idea.
12:45pm - Become incredibly grateful for streaming technologies.
1:15pm - Recover from prior mistake. Turn on TSN to find a stupid Llama. Instantly change to Sportsnet to avoid such nonsense. Find Caroline Cameron. Immediate smile ensues.
2:00pm - One hour to the deadline. Garth Snow deals Travis Hamonic for Jacob Trouba proving the Islanders can make a smart trade. Somewhere, Mike Milbury dies a little inside.
3:00pm - Bells go off. No more deals, and no more first round picks for the Leafs. Blue and White Nation crash NHL.com searching for where Pittsburgh sits in the standings after the Kessel trade.
4:00pm - All is said and done, and nothing to wait for but the draft. Consider abandoning all things hockey and becoming highly emotionally invested in badminton if the Oilers win 1st overall again.
So... how do you spend YOUR Trade Deadline day?
Last year I was in Scotland for the deadline, so it was a bit different... this year, life is more than a bit different. I gave up my career so I could go back to school and pursue a career in Sport Management, so I'm living in a new city (St. Catharines, ON), and am a full time student for the first time in over a decade.
That said, you gotta have your traditions... and Trade Deadline Day is one of mine. So here goes.
8:00am - Wake up to the sound of..... nothing. My inner clock has me up at 8am every day now. Fear I'm getting too old for this Trade Deadline business. Become instantly defensive. My cat looks at my judgmentally. I respond the only way I can.
NSFW
8:45am - Complete shower, change, make the bed, and start brewing my coffee. Admire how clean my apartment is, and revel in how prim and proper this trade deadline will be.
9:00am - Take my first sip of coffee. Realize it's more whiskey than coffee. Realize I may not be quite as prim and proper as I'd thought.
10:30am - Log into HF Boards. Begin to attempt to rationalize why Roman Polak is deserving of a 1st round pick. Catch myself and realize I'd better start skipping the whiskey in my coffee.... and replace it if Absinthe if I really want to convince myself.
12:00pm - Few deals, so hit up Netflix on my laptop. Realize that Absinthe hallucinations are real on trade deadline day.
12:30pm - Realize sustenance required. Start cooking up some honey garlic wings in the oven. Just a few though...
12:35pm - Wings not enough. Working in a hot sauce store, I pull out my A game.... my Carolina Reaper (aka the hottest pepper in the world) hot sauce and douse liberally.
12:40pm - Realize the Reaper sauce was a bad idea.
12:45pm - Become incredibly grateful for streaming technologies.
1:15pm - Recover from prior mistake. Turn on TSN to find a stupid Llama. Instantly change to Sportsnet to avoid such nonsense. Find Caroline Cameron. Immediate smile ensues.
2:00pm - One hour to the deadline. Garth Snow deals Travis Hamonic for Jacob Trouba proving the Islanders can make a smart trade. Somewhere, Mike Milbury dies a little inside.
3:00pm - Bells go off. No more deals, and no more first round picks for the Leafs. Blue and White Nation crash NHL.com searching for where Pittsburgh sits in the standings after the Kessel trade.
4:00pm - All is said and done, and nothing to wait for but the draft. Consider abandoning all things hockey and becoming highly emotionally invested in badminton if the Oilers win 1st overall again.
So... how do you spend YOUR Trade Deadline day?
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