This poem goes down smooth if presented from the smooth, mellow tones of Trotz's Manitoban accent. Credit: Matt Kartozian-US PRESSWIRE

A Tale of the Predators Offseason

This is my introductory post to Predlines and I am Link. Despite my inability to promise Dan any sort of consistency he was still kind enough to offer me a platform by which I am able to share my views and analysis of the Nashville Predators. If you are at all aware of my work over at my previous blog then you have an idea that I leave the statistical analysis and in-depth commentary to people like Dan and Caroline who enjoy doing that sort of thing. Still, I felt compelled to write and I wanted to contribute something to Predlines so that Dan wouldn’t secretly hate me. In this spirit I have prepared a brief preview of the upcoming offseason for the Predators. You might consider this part one or you might consider this what happens right before Dan quietly locks me out of my account.

A Predators Sonnet:

Summer arrives with less fan and less fare,
With ufas and rfas waiting by their cell phones.
Dave Poile just waits to see what Suter does dare,
He sits with a smile, while fear shakes his bones.
Peks offers comfort, whispering seven more years,
While Rads eyes many stacks of rainbow rubles.
Anders wonders if he’ll be shipped out of here
All because the Preds are so damned frugal.
But sponsors will grow, ad revenue too
So when Shea does signs he won’t feel regretful.
He knows with Trotz things will not come unscrewed
Since unlike Bousquet he can actually spell medal.
With so many names that still need signing,
I hope we’re prepared for all the fans’ whining.

And there you have it. Will there be more? I don’t know, but I hope so.

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