Six years old and lying on Grannies couch. Light streaming in through the front window. You hit the top of the couch. Poof its a cloud of dust.
You watch the dust swirl in the sunlight rays like a whirling ballet then gently fall.
Swat, swat, swat. More dust jumps off the couch into the light rays to join a bigger dance.
Swat, swat, swat. Again and again.
The NHL's recent free agency season for players was much like the couch swatting. All those free agents in ballet falling to earth slowly... And you know what? The couch is still dirty. All that promise. All that physical dance. Not much has changed.
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Hello?
Have I wandered, once again, into the Department of Deja Vu Department, wandering once again, he wondered?
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