You know those movies where every single thing happens in one day and you’re thinking, “Right, who ever has a day like that?”
Then in the middle of this:
The trade was tempered by news on Wednesday that Jordan turned down a 10-year, $60 million deal with the Penguins. He had one year left on his contract, and without a long-term lockup it appeared he was packing his bags.
Still when Shero announced the trade at the draft, I had one of these moments:
The move makes sense – Jordan wants an expanded role and had a career season (25G, 25A) to set himself up. But with Crosby (hopefully) back full time and the Malkin-Neal chemistry boiling over, Jordan’s ice time can only go down. So Carolina becomes Team Staal.
Intern Jeff Skinner knows we’ll finally visit now, and he thinks we’re jerks.
(From from ohaicarolina.tumblr.com)
Losing Jordan seems like a crazy detriment to the Pens grit and heart, but Ray Shero has proven many times that he’s right and we should shut up and watch. In exchange for Jordan, the Pens got Brandon Sutter, a very well-suited third line center, defensive prospect Brian Dumoulin and the #8 overall pick (used on dman Derrick Pouliot).
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Guys get embarrassed when I cry in front of the whole class, so the Penguins sent photos from Jordan’s wedding to soften the impact of the trade.
To make me laugh, Sid continued with the ludicrous charade of trying to fit his paws into tiny pockets.
Neal wanted me to feel better, so he existed (mullet and all).
These two together. James hates buttons and Crosby is scared of girls – I think this cheer-up campaign is working.
The moral of the story is: get invited to the next Penguins wedding. Fleury, maybe? Or Letang, now that he’s going to be a dad? Maybe if we’re really lucky, the Penguins will sign someone new just in time for his wedding this summer…
It won’t even matter what we wear, because no way we’re the best looking people at the party.
There are lots of photos on Tumblr – looks like everyone had fun. Congratulations to Jordan all around. I won’t even be bitter, since the Canes come to DC more often then the Pens, and Raleigh is 30 miles closer to my house than Pittsburgh. And, of course, there will always be this: