I was holding out for SnS to fix his pick, but I'm about to get on a plane for work and likely won't be available for 24 hours, so I'm going to make my pick and hope it isn't someone he was going to choose in his pick. Sorry
@SnS and I hope you can get a new adjusted pick in.
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Gary Bettman steps to the podium and leans in carefully before saying: Once again, Ottawa is on the clock. Will ONE representative for Otta-
Lemieux: Address me by my proper name and title Bettman.
Mario Lemieux gets to his feet from the Pittsburgh table, clutching at the area near the bloodstain on his abdomen.
Lemieux: You think you can just take me out with some weak-ass shit like you would the Night King? To hell with winter, Pittsburgh is coming for you, you tiny man, and then that orange muppet f***er and then I’m going to make my pick for the Ottawa Senguins.
Dollum: NO! I says I makes the picks. Looks, I make smarts pickses AND now I have glasseses. Look smartses like Dubas, but actually smartses. Not dumbses like Nerd Jeff. Dollum will pick.
From next to the Ottawa table, a voice not unlike Sylvester the Cat booms out.
Cardboard Murray: Thince no one here hath any decorum or thense, I thall continue the proud tradithion of drafhting for Ottawa. I will make the pick for the Thenatortsh.
Suddenly, Bettman is surrounded on three sides – bloody Mario to stage left, the drunken Dorion-Dollum beast to stage right and, inexplicably, cardboard Bryan Murray upstage of him. Bettman sizes up the situation, leans into the microphone, his eyes squint together and then he says in a tone filled with finality…
“Now”.
Two men in SWAT gear drop from the arena ceiling on stage right, hit the deck, roll to the sides and fire a pair of tasers at Mario Lemieux, who twitches, falls to the ground and then somehow, despite hours spent in a bathroom, defecates and urinates his khakis.
As Dollum begins slapping at his knee, hooting with laughter at Lemieux’s fate, a metal cage drops from the ceiling. The frantic drunken man lunges at the bars, but is unable to move the contraption or slip out and escape.
Seeing his two colleagues felled, Cardboard Murray waits to see what might happen. Seconds tick by and only silence issues forth from the room. Feeling emboldended, Cardboard Murray says “Isth that all you’ve gottht?”
A low sRacial Slur comes from the back of Bettman’s throat, erupting from his snide smile into a malicious laughter. For a second time, Bettman leans into the microphone and speaks almost in a whisper…
“DRACARIS!”
A jet of flame shoots up from the stage. To the horror of everyone assembled, the Cardboard Bryan Murray catches fire and quickly dissolves into ashes.
Bettman: McPhee, as agreed, the debt for keeping Vegas out of the expansion draft is now considered met.
Knowing that Ottawa lacks anything that even remotely resembles competency, I will know make a pick on their behalf. I know this flies in the face of decorum and rules, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
And now, let gods and men stand up for the tiny. Though you mock us, we are the future. You leviathans and giants who used to rule the ice are dinosaurs of the past. It’s time for a new era – the age of the Bettman sized player.
So, with this pick, Ottawa selects with the 187th pick, from Tappara Tampere in SM-liiga, Kristian Tanus.
Security, get this drunk and this unconscious oaf off the stage. Los Angeles (
@GKJ), you’re up next. And let this be a lesson to all of you…
DO. NOT. f***. WITH. ME.
Bettman points to his eyes with two fingers, then points those same fingers across the whole room as he strides off, dropping the mic onto the head of the still twitching Mario.
Ottawa Picks
17th - Thomas Harley, LHD, Mississauga (OHL)
32nd - Nolan Foote, LW, Kelowna (WHL)
44th - Kaedan Korczak, RHD, Kelowna (WHL)
85th – Tuukka Tieksola, LW, Kärpät (Liiga)
94th - Nikita Okhotyuk, LHD, Ottawa 67's (OHL)
125th - Alexei Protas, C, Prince Albert Raiders (WHL)
187th – Kristian Tanus, C, Tappara Tampere (Liiga)