“Dammit.”

No sooner did the word leave the mouth of New York Islander’s GM AJ than the door to the suite open and delivering the words he so feared.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman and I am the advocate for the undisputed future of the New York Islanders – BBBBROCK NNNNELSON.”

“You could have at least waited for them to pick Boone Jenner up off the ice.”

It had been just moments earlier that Michael Frolik of the Buffalo Sabres had boarded Jenner midway through the Islanders 3-2 win at the Barclay’s Center.

It was as if Mr. Heyman had been laying in wait for a moment like this to spring back into action and demand the call up of his client, the young forward the Islanders acquired last year but decided to leave in Bridgeport as a late cut.

“You should be thrilled, not about Boone obviously that’s terrible, but about the fact that this gives you the opportunity to right a terrible wrong and put Bbbbrock Nnnnelson where he belongs – right smack in the middle of this team.”

The truth is, a call up of Brock Nelson makes the most sense for this squad – his skill set is so similar to Jenner’s that the team should not miss a beat.  In what was expected to be a year to retool, the Islanders sit just a point out of 6th, albeit very early on.

As if undeterred to the fact that no one was actually listening Heyman continued to advocate for his clients call up – “You thought your team would suck but they don’t suck as much as you hope, so give it what it needs. Give it the injection of winning it needs and with one move we can begin the march to rename New York City.”

With head in hand all AJ could muster was a simple observation clear to all those around – “day and night he talks.”

“He calls me from each of his phones, sometimes at the same time.  He has shown up at my house, he has scared my children, my dog…”

And then, he broke.

“Ok fine, fine I’ll call up Nelson. Just please stop talking.”

To which Mr. Heyman could only smile and turn to watch as the door opened as if on cue for Brock Nelson to enter and simply say:

“Stanley Cup City, bitch.”

 

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