The next night, your player walks in a waking dream through a vague fog. An overweight plague doctor, who never speaks, guides you through the chill winter air. Suddenly remembering your encounter with sleep paralysis Connor McDavid, you ask this comicon specter if he might be the Ghost of Hockey Future.

He shakes his head and silently points forward.

Several children, all under nine years old, are playing hockey on a frozen pond. One in particular is a far better skater than their peers, and goes bar-down flawlessly on the makeshift aluminum pipe goal. As they celebrate, their eyes meet yours, and understanding flashes through your player's mind - this child will, in some mysterious metaphysical way beyond your comprehension, pick up your torch when you retire.

Your player has one chance to say something, something the child will carry with them as the words of their childhood hockey hero for their whole career. What will you say to the Ghost of Hockey Future, the star of tomorrow: your own next re-create?


"Hey kid, keep up the good work."

Is this the response you might expect because one might want to encourage the next generation of players to strive and be their best. But this is cut throat competitive sports where every damn things make a difference in a successful career. Tibuk would definitely talk the absolutely worst smack to this kid.

"No way I am giving up my cushy gig in Tampa Bay if I don't have to!"

Tibuk would definitely try and intimidate the kid and encourage to never pursue a career in hockey unless he wants to absolute worst life for himself. This child runs away crying, perfect! Time to go sign that fat long term contract now and make sure I am locked up until I am old and fat.

I also want to take a quick second here to recognize that Connor McJesus made it into a second weeks worth of points despite my rant about him last week. Shame.

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