And Kenny – may I call you Kenny? okay – I have to tell you, thanks for taking this Kovalchoo …Kovalevenko … Kovala … Kovy guy off my hands. Nice guy, but he talks a little (hic) funny, you know? His English is so accented … I think he’s from Boston, they all talk funny there. But I gots another favour to ask you …

I feel like a schmuck for this, because I’m already getting a matched pair of defensemen and Jay Leno – I love that guy! You have so much depth of talent in that organ-I-zation that I didn’t even know you had access to television like that! – but I gotta ask you for something else.

No, no, no, not without giving you something else, too. I don’t take advantage of friends who come bearing such wonderful beverages! That would make me a rude guest. Or host. Whose house are we at? Whatever … it doesn’t matter.

I gots this other guy, this Toby Tobias Enstrom, this defenseman – he calls himself a defenseman – but how can he be a defenseman with points? These guys aren’t sposed to score, are they? They play dee-fence! And what the heck kind of name is “Tobias” anyway? He sounds like a bloody valet! “Tobias, my good man, bring me my evening paper.” Who needs that – everybody reads on a Kindling or the interweb or something now, so what good is a valet? Not even dogs bring papers anymore, not that I would want to, I mean how hard is it to read a newspaper after it is covered in dog spit? Any who, I got to get this “Tobias” off my team, so toss in some other guy and you can have him too. I know this is a big favor, Kenta, but I appreciate it man. I really do.

Now could I use the little boy’s room? Thanks, Kendall. Thanks bunches.