When Egli showed up to the practice facility on Monday it was like any other day. He got a bit of a pump on, stretched it out, had a protein shake, earbuds in, fuckin' game time. He had a skate laces in each of his hands just about ready to tie them up when HFFO's kinda sexy assistant Egg came in and said the boss wanted to see him. Which is like totally not cool, Egli was just about to hit the ice. 

Anyway, skates come off and Egli slips on that hella cute blue on blue Edmonton tracksuit before heading upstairs to the executive offices. HFFO was sitting at the end of a long conference table and was already talking when Egli stepped in the room, he said "Smegli, my boy. Here's the long and short of it. Everybody loves you. You're the best. A1. But the brass is thinking of relocating the team to Saakatchatewan or some shit. Not good for anyone. We need you to do some PR and keep us here in Edmonton."

No problem boss! It's summer time, sun is out and everybody is anybody is sitting on a patio smashing white claws with the boys. And what does everybody want in the summer? That's fucking right, some molten hot melted raclette from Egli's sweet home of Switzerland. Egli walked around downtown with a few wheels of cheese scraping off the melted bits onto everyone's food. Until the cops came. Apparently people don't want that?

Who knows. Hopefully Skasatcheswan is nice and warm in the winter.