One interpretation of Philly’s offer sheet is that they’re trying to make it actually impossible for Nashville to come up with the money. They’re not trying to force Nashville into a cap-crisis (which is a strategy the CBA anticipates). They’re trying to force more money into season one of the deal than is allowed by the CBA, for the purpose of undermining Nashville’s ability to compete.
I’ve been reading some crazy stuff on the topic of Shea Weber’s offer sheet. I just wanted to jot down some quick thoughts before bed. Nashville has seven days to match the offer sheet signed by Weber. If they match, the offer sheet becomes a valid contract between Weber and Nashville. If they don’t, the…
You need to check out Article 10.4 of the CBA. It states: 10.4 Draft Choice Compensation for Restricted Free Agents [...] The number and quality of draft choices due [...] shall be based on the average annual value of the compensation contained in the Principal Terms (as defined in Section 10.3(e) hereof) of the New…
Miss California has two boyfriends, Jonathan Quick and you, Jonathan Bernier. She wants to date both and choose her steady boyfriend at some point in the future. She’s kind of leaning toward Quick. Then she wins Miss America. Then she marries Quick. But she would still like to pay you a visit every once in awhile. Not very often, but just when her new husband needs a rest.
- Former head coach
- From the Western Conference
- Young (at least, not over-the-hill)
- Really hands-on
- Good communicator
- Better coach than me
- Someone I want to spend 18 hours a day with, for 10 months
Ellen Etchingham: Patrick Roy has transcended the mundane positional errors and puckhandling miscues of ordinary goalies. He’s invented a whole new caliber of screwing up. And, after seventeen seasons of seeing every kind of shot and every kind of shooter hockey has to offer a hundred times over, he’s invented the only sort of mistake that could still, at that late date, fuck with his head.
The guy who came up with the design calls them the FlyKings, but I prefer the Phlings. Inspired by Ross Taylor’s series of brand-blended concepts, Ty Hill set out to merge a couple of 1967 expansion clubs. Is this what would happen if the Philadelphia Flyers and Stanley Cup champion Los Angeles Kings mated? I…
I kid. It’s not as bad as all that. It probably isn’t.
If Janssen’s shit actually worked the way he described, the Devils would be playing him fifteen minutes a night on the top line so he could terrify opposing forwards into coughing the puck up for Kovalchuk. Instead, they don’t dress him for half the regular season and not even one playoff game, and when they do let him play, they give him only five of the very softest minutes against the easiest opposition. Cam Janssen plays the tenderest, juiciest minutes in the game and he still gets roundly crushed in more or less every available metric, including fights [...]. You know what that means? It means Cam Janssen can’t scare anyone out of anything. [...] The only people who are really intimidated are the Devils’ coaching staff, who are patently scared to have Janssen on the ice in any game or situation that actually matters.