realroadrage
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- Jun 20, 2010
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Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday. GMGM calls a conference together about a "big deal" he's making. My heart is aflutter! Could it be that McPhee has finally come to terms that our core isn't going to make it over the hump in the playoffs and he's orchestrated the roster shakeup I've been anticipating for a couple years?
I wake up with all the glee of a kid on Christmas morning to check how our admirable GM has fleeced some poor sap and set us up for present and future success. I jump to the first breaking article on NHL.com with thoughts of what bounty he could have possibly received racing through my mind! The future is bright with Kuznetsov, Forsberg, and Grubauer in our ranks; what new heroes join us in our quest for Lord Stanley's Cup? The worst is behind us, this is the start of something great!
Then all at once my eager face goes pale, giddy anticipation turns to confusion. There must be some sort of mistake, maybe some intern is playing a practical joke. In short order bewilderment gives way to anger! How could this happen?! How could anyone think this is okay?! Finally, aggravation yields to hopelessness and despair.
Erat for Forsberg.
Sums up my experience as well, although I'll add that it was at that point that I immediately and vehemently called for McPhee's firing.