Over the past few months, I’ve been grinding hard in life by basically doing the most difficult thing that all upper middle class young professionals do (besides gathering forms and pay stubs after our parents to do our taxes)… moving. Those who know the struggle well know that it is full of sleeping on air mattresses and using copious amounts of cellular data while waiting for the internet company to come at the least inconvenient time to set up your internet. So, all of my NHL news has come via twitter for about three weeks.
During this time I learned that John Tavares was the best player in the history of the NHL. Have I ever seen John Tavares play an entire NHL game in person? no. On TV? no. Have I ever even seen a GIF or Highlight of Tavares in the twitterverse? nope. But I know without a doubt that he is the best player in the history of the NHL. This guy makes a list and is getting courted hard by 5 or 6 teams for several weeks. The hype was unreal. Was he going back to the Isles? joining the Sharks? going back home to Toronto? What intrigue. I couldn’t get enough of reading tweets about Tavares speculation.
But being the latest twitter trend hardly makes someone the best player in their respective league. No, it takes something more. Something you almost can’t explain.. almost. Pretty early in the process, it was announced that there were some mystery teams Tavares was considering. Nothing like a mystery team to amp up the free agency intrigue. It’s almost as interesting as the player to be named later in weird baseball trades. The moment I knew Tavares was the best player in the NHL is when it was suggested that the Blackhawks (my team) were one of the aforementioned mystery teams. The feeling I got was indescribable. Goosebumps down my arms and legs. Slight dizzy feeling in the head. Just a little bit of blood rushing down south. Basically it was pure bliss. We’d get Tavares, and I’d forget all about the Panerin trade, the playoff sweep, and the last place finish. HAWKYTOWN WAS BACK BABY!
Did I know there was no Chicago could afford the guy? yeah. Did I know trusting a random twitter account naming mystery teams is a dangerous game? absolutely. But it didn’t matter, I achieved Nirvana anyways. A player whom I’ve never even seen play made me feel things I’ve never felt before. And to me, that’s legendary. Best in the league and it’s not even close.
Congrats to Toronto I suppose. Looks like they’ll be coming out of the east next year.