Do you guys remember October? Sean Monahan looked like re-heated meatloaf on skates, Sam Bennett was taking 11 stick infractions a period, we all mourned the death of Thailand's King Bhumibol Adulyadej (geez, read a book), Matt Stajan was skating through jello, and Mikael Backlund... well, he's always been good.
Well who even cares about October hockey?! It's the worst anyway. The only thing that matters now is that the Flames, and their corps of centreicemen, are tickety-boo. Totally fine. Nothing to see here.
Except, I am the type to worry. I like to worry about things that aren't even really a problem yet.