June 28, 2016
If you’re a parent taking your child to the doctor, for crying out loud, never tell him or her in advance that they’re going to get shots. All it does is make the poor kid a wailing wreck in the waiting room. Or on the drive to the clinic. Or the night before. Or however long beforehand you were dumb enough to divulge this.
So I get this. I really do.
And by this, of course, I mean the civic angst over the NHL expansion draft.
Look at it this way: If the league were instead to have announced on one specific morning next June that, later the same day, a new Las Vegas franchise would pluck one middle-of-the-roster player from the Penguins and 29 other teams, we’d certainly pay attention. It might even be fun. But my goodness, we wouldn’t panic. We wouldn’t map out endless possibilities for who might be lost or how he might be protected. And we absolutely, positively wouldn’t for a split-second prioritize it over anything that’ll come before it.90