The goal isn't actually to get him traded. Just cause anxiety for the fanbase!
And maybe even to get them starting to think that maybe he should be traded.
That maybe he's not the savior. That it might be better to move him.
Maybe start to turn on him a little. A smattering of boos once in a while.
Connor as much as he's a solution is part of the problem in Edmonton as well.
This is how it should feel to be Connor McDavid . . . forever.
So, first of all, you're wrong. When McDavid is on the ice the Oilers are actually a good team. Which tells you how utterly abysmal they are when he's not on the ice.
But forget that. Even if he were a part of the problem, it doesn't matter. McDavid isn't a bad guy. The only reason you want him to fail is because he's an Oiler. Think about Hall - everyone crapped on him when he was with the Oilers, but when he won the Hart with the Devils, it was hilarious. Why was it hilarious? Because it was bad for the Oilers and their fans. It was a black mark on the whole organization. It demonstrated unequivocally that the Oilers are no good.
What do you think would happen if they had to trade their savior, the best offensive player they could have asked for? The answer is exactly the same. It will be seen across the league as another unequivocal black mark on the Oilers' organization. It's Erik Karlsson leaving the Sens, but worse. The heartbreak endured by Senators fans would be compounded by the fact that this is but another example of a years-long pattern of similar heartbreaks.
That is why you should taunt them with it. Just the thought of McDavid wanting out and eventually getting out will cause emotional distress to the fanbase. That is the knife being twisted. Clear?
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Nah, I'd rather he's forced to stay in Edmonton, and every week we see a little more of his optimism go out of his face. Then in a couple of years when he's 25 and looks 50 with a balding frier tuck look, and every morning he drives to the rink and bitterly sips his cold Edmontonian swill coffee and looks at the sea of sweatpants with good shoes citizens marching once again to their dreary job at the button factory and looks at the grey skies and realizes that he's like that old convict serving a life term for the crimes committed by Darryl Katz and Kevin Lowe and the rest of the old boys club, and that's he's truly never getting out. And on that day, he'll feel his heart exiting through his butt with a squishing sound of surrender. And then he'll go to the rink, and plead with GM Paul Coffey to please trade him so he can get his smile back, and enjoy his career, and he'll have that little puppy dog type of smile on his face, only for it to vanish when Paul says "Sorry dude, we can't trade you, you're the only reason why the fans still show up", and in that moment when his soul is crushed and he slowly trudges out to his truck with the silver testicles handing from the back bumper and realizes that he's never ever getting out
A butterfly will flap its wings in China and Edmonton will fall into a sinkhole.
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Nah, I'd rather he's forced to stay in Edmonton, and every week we see a little more of his optimism go out of his face. Then in a couple of years when he's 25 and looks 50 with a balding frier tuck look, and every morning he drives to the rink and bitterly sips his cold Edmontonian swill coffee and looks at the sea of sweatpants with good shoes citizens marching once again to their dreary job at the button factory and looks at the grey skies and realizes that he's like that old convict serving a life term for the crimes committed by Darryl Katz and Kevin Lowe and the rest of the old boys club, and that's he's truly never getting out. And on that day, he'll feel his heart exiting through his butt with a squishing sound of surrender. And then he'll go to the rink, and plead with GM Paul Coffey to please trade him so he can get his smile back, and enjoy his career, and he'll have that little puppy dog type of smile on his face, only for it to vanish when Paul says "Sorry dude, we can't trade you, you're the only reason why the fans still show up", and in that moment when his soul is crushed and he slowly trudges out to his truck with the silver testicles handing from the back bumper and realizes that he's never ever getting out
A butterfly will flap its wings in China and Edmonton will fall into a sinkhole.
So, you guys remember a couple of years ago when Boomer and warrener were doing that skit with eh golf music while they're wives were talking to them? what about something along those lines?
Deeeeaaaar Connor, Swallow up your priiii-eeiii-iiiiddddeeee
Deeeeaarr Connor, Where's your Art Ross Priiii-eeeiii-iiizeee?
The Oilers Suck, So you do to, Just keep passing pucks, to guys like looch!
Deeeeaarrr Connor, why do you even come to play?
