I could question the 6yr term LE got but ufa's get overpaid in some degree.
Its nothing unusual in its self but the reality always was its a 6yr investment & not a 1yr proposition to impact a floundering team into some magical turnaround.

I HAD HALF A POOP THIS MORNING.....QUITE UPSETTING

I was also trying to tease out a couple lineups out of night, always good for a few pages of comments.
- Pres.cup

have another cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs.

I have no doubt that Eriksson will be better. I was on record last year to saying NO to any UFA signing. The being 'competitive for the playoffs' was nonsense.
Anyway, they might finally be on the right track now.
- Marwood

I didn't like the signing either

I HAD HALF A POOP THIS MORNING.....QUITE UPSETTING

I was also trying to tease out a couple lineups out of night, always good for a few pages of comments.
- Pres.cup

WAS IT A FULL POOP OR HALF?

nice to see a US teams anthem singer not butcher the Canadian anthem for once. most of them are turrrible

WAS IT A FULL POOP OR HALF?
- VANTEL

hopefully it was a clean break atleast...

WAS IT A FULL POOP OR HALF?
- VANTEL

Best to explain it as a 2 or 3 coiler

nice to see a US teams anthem singer not butcher the Canadian anthem for once. most of them are turrrible
- storm88

Nothing takes the cake like MLB hanging our flag upside down.
Chalk it up to ignorance & arrogance 😂😂

hopefully it was a clean break atleast...
- storm88

Or a Dairy Queen twirl.

Anyone else have issues with people calling Goldobin "Goldy", I find it too be a little feminine. For a soft as fack team, "Gobblin" may be a little better of a nickname (IMO), as in gobbling up the goals, hopefully.

Onto another issue, after spending time in both Kelowna & Prince George, several fans that I had talked to were wondering why us Canuck fans aren't paying more attention to Cody Glass. They were of the opinion that he has the best chance of being a # 1 centre and at least a 2nd Line centre.
Also, they like Foote as their defenseman of choice.
Always nice to hear others opinions, especially from those that attend these junior level games.
One of the fellas has watched Makar and felt that if he was available in 2nd round he might be worth the gamble.
Not going to argue with people that have actually seen them play live.

Anyone else have issues with people calling Goldobin "Goldy", I find it too be a little feminine. For a soft as fack team, "Gobblin" may be a little better of a nickname (IMO), as in gobbling up the goals, hopefully.

Onto another issue, after spending time in both Kelowna & Prince George, several fans that I had talked to were wondering why us Canuck fans aren't paying more attention to Cody Glass. They were of the opinion that he has the best chance of being a # 1 centre and at least a 2nd Line centre.
Also, they like Foote as their defenseman of choice.
Always nice to hear others opinions, especially from those that attend these junior level games.
One of the fellas has watched Makar and felt that if he was available in 2nd round he might be worth the gamble.
Not going to argue with people that have actually seen them play live.
- Reubenkincade

not many Dmen ranked in 1st rd. he likely goes in the 1st I would think.

Anyone else have issues with people calling Goldobin "Goldy", I find it too be a little feminine. For a soft as fack team, "Gobblin" may be a little better of a nickname (IMO), as in gobbling up the goals, hopefully.

Onto another issue, after spending time in both Kelowna & Prince George, several fans that I had talked to were wondering why us Canuck fans aren't paying more attention to Cody Glass. They were of the opinion that he has the best chance of being a # 1 centre and at least a 2nd Line centre.
Also, they like Foote as their defenseman of choice.
Always nice to hear others opinions, especially from those that attend these junior level games.
One of the fellas has watched Makar and felt that if he was available in 2nd round he might be worth the gamble.
Not going to argue with people that have actually seen them play live.
- Reubenkincade

Well i guess machismo is not Goldy's weakness.
Does it make him a lesser player?

I've been tracking Glass for a couple months & posted my interest in him.
Its all subjective to where we pick or we acquire more picks.
Picking him as a reach is not wise.

Makar making the 2nd is highly unlikely.

Anyone else have issues with people calling Goldobin "Goldy", I find it too be a little feminine. For a soft as fack team, "Gobblin" may be a little better of a nickname (IMO), as in gobbling up the goals, hopefully.

Onto another issue, after spending time in both Kelowna & Prince George, several fans that I had talked to were wondering why us Canuck fans aren't paying more attention to Cody Glass. They were of the opinion that he has the best chance of being a # 1 centre and at least a 2nd Line centre.
Also, they like Foote as their defenseman of choice.
Always nice to hear others opinions, especially from those that attend these junior level games.
One of the fellas has watched Makar and felt that if he was available in 2nd round he might be worth the gamble.
Not going to argue with people that have actually seen them play live.
- Reubenkincade

He calls himself Goldy

http://theprovince.com/sp...-is-to-be-as-good-as-gold

LE @$6m is 8.5% of the teams total cap.
Kane @$10m is 15% of a cup winner & he is paid to drive the team.

Does that analogy suffice for u Pres?
- Nighthawk

So.... does 2x LE equal one Kane? I'd say yes and that I think that those contracts are going to kill the Hawks in the last 2 or 3 years of them.....kinda like the twins contracts have hurt.


And no that doesn't satisfy me because it's not an analogy....
If they both made similar salaries but one did more than you could use an analogy to compare them. You could compare him to players with similar production to illustrate that he is overpaid....that would be a good analogy.
You could even compare him to other players with similar salary...like brown.... and draw conclusions based on what they bring to the table by comparison.
Hell you could even compare two players of the same age to draw conclusions, that would also be an analogy.
What you did was compare two players of different ages, producing different results, with different cap hits, playing different styles and call it an analogy.

So no that doesn't answer any of my questions.... please and thank you but your gonna have to try harder.

So.... does 2x LE equal one Kane? I'd say yes and think that those contracts an l are going to kill the Hawks in the last 2 or 3 years of them.....kinda like the twins contracts have hurt.


And no that doesn't satisfy me because it's not an analogy....
If they both made similar salaries but one did more than you could use an analogy to compare them. You could compare him to players with similar production to illustrate that he is overpaid....that would be a good analogy.
You could even compare him to other players with similar salary...like brown.... and draw conclusions based on what they bring to the table by comparison.
Hell you could even compare two players of the same age to draw conclusions, that would also be an analogy.
What you did was compare two players of different ages, producing different results, with different cap hits, playing different styles and call it an analogy.

So no that doesn't answer any of my questions.... please and thank you but your gonna have to try harder.
- Pres.cup

TLDR

WAS IT A FULL POOP OR HALF?
- VANTEL

It was halved.... i had to pinch it off short and unfinished when my 3yo came in and started harrowing me off the throne.

Which, to those in the know, means that it wasn't a clean break

More it would have been a single large depth charge.... now it's a short depth charge and an unknown variable...

TLDR
- Nighthawk

I'll summarize it for you.

No it wasn't a good enough analogy for me because it wasn't an analogy at all.

One thing never mentioned here is that BB is a RHer.
For a team so overloaded on LHers its a big help for balancing.

Watching the game & its US broadcasters. The Canucks flew in BB's parents & had them in the dressing room to announce the line up. Nice touch👍👍

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.


Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.


Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.


Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, CRAP, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.


There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red apron clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.


I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ..........BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the e inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my a** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'S**-of-a-b****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.

Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'

My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.. Jerks claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

I'll summarize it for you.

No it wasn't a good enough analogy for me because it wasn't an analogy at all.
- Pres.cup

Fair enough & thats your opinion👍

"You might be wondering why Dubnyk isn't starting..."

No John, we no longer wonder why a team plays their backup against the Canucks

"You might be wondering why Dubnyk isn't starting..."

No John, we no longer wonder why a team plays their backup against the Canucks
- WhiteLie

2-8 past 10 games & Dubnyk has sucked.
Wonder no more lol

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.


Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.


Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.


Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, CRAP, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.


There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red apron clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.


I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ..........BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the e inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my a** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'S**-of-a-b****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.

Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'

My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.. Jerks claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
- VanHockeyGuy

I like chilli.

puck seems to be bouncing quite a bit out there.
Bad ice?

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.


Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.


Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.


Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, CRAP, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.


There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red apron clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.


I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ..........BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the e inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my a** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'S**-of-a-b****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.

Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'

My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.. Jerks claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
- VanHockeyGuy

Bravo my friend well done and well said. I know just what you're talking about.