If I owned the Ottawa Senators, there is one circumstance in which I might be tempted to trade for Lucic. That's if I was a complete, Harold Ballard grade arsehole, and had a good deal in the works to sell the Canadian Tire Centre site. I'd trade for all the bad contracts I could get, fill the roster with minimum-salary players, and then rip out all the seats in the arena and sell them on eBay, because nobody would be coming to the home games anyhow.
When the time came, I'd put the team up for sale to the highest out-of-town bidder. When Bettman came calling to try to keep the Sens in Ottawa, I'd tell him: ‘So sorry, Mr. Commissioner. Our arena is already scheduled for demolition and we don't own the land anymore. You want a hockey team in Ottawa? Ask the National Capital Commission to build a new arena for the new owners to use, and by the way, good luck with that!’
Part of me has always thought it would be a lot of fun to out-Ballard Ballard.
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