OFFS
Seriously, the night after the Flames utterly pooped the bed this thread shows up.
Fine here's a thought, he will never win a Stanley Cup in Edmonton, he will eventually give up on life up there as his contract and Draisaitl's contract quickly choke the life out of the Oilers and eventually it will be one rose in a pile of poop, and then one day McDavid will wake up and look out of his window at 3 feet of snow, a 35 below forcast and news that the next big event is a sweatpants fashion show at West Edmonton Mall, with music provided by the Banjo Stylings of some band known as "The one tooth wonders".
And he'll wonder what he's doing there. Then he'll head to the rink for practice and stop at McDonalds which construes for fine dining in Edmonton and watch some brother sister team raising their two kids who are struggling with a one line cross word puzzle with the clue "It has four legs and barks". And he'll look at all of the 300 pound woman eyeing him up and he'll say to himself "McDawg (Cause he makes up a stupid nickname to match his stupid face) I have to get out of here before I die or become one of them"
And he demands a trade.
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