It's hump day. I'm still in the Big Smoke. Went to Sam Bat yesterday, a tiny maple bat shop that serves about 104 major leaguers from a little footprint in Carleton Place, ON. The little bat shop that could. Anyway, I digress.
The NHL awards are fast approaching. Connor McDavid is in with a shout for the Hart and Pearson trophies though I wouldn't be surprised if he won neither. Just as I wouldn't be surprised if he won both. He's good.
Broberg's name keeps coming up and I guess stress hives are not limited to the MST time zone. What a pain in the entire body this team is sometimes.
How about that Trouba trade? Nobody in this league is good at what they do and teams win by accident.
Yesterday. (Copper and Blue)
On Eakins, the draft, the rest. (Oilersnation)
Lowetide with the usual goods. (Lowetide)
McDavid is feeling good about Holland and Tippett. (NHL.com)
Looking at the 2019-2020 Oilers. (The Athletic)
Doing this on my phone is truly, truly horrific. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.
You hear that Bob Nicholson? You've ruined my joy for the Oilers and burgers and that posits you as my truest nemesis. And I still wouldn't want you to have to post these links from your phone you crusty, ham-thumbed idiot.