Much like the beloved man of Kool-Aid, I burst into my locker room through the door and yelled out a loud "Oh Yeah" expecting a loud uproar and cheer from my new teammates, ready to celebrate my arrival. Much to my chagrin, the halls were hallowed and nobody was present. Turns out, I had gotten the time wrong..... awkward. After settling in and putting away my personal belongings in my locker, consisting of a pet rock named Stony, a picture of myself, autographed of course, and a hockey puck signed by the greatest player known to man, Alexandre Daigle. Sigh..... nobody remembers second... you were so right Alex. So what would they say about 11th? Well time would tell, but it was now time to settle in and get to work, and show the world that the widsomousness of McLovin was not limited to just pre-draft scouting answers, but to hockey acumen on the ice as well.