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Calling the Coyotes' Manager of Hockey Operations:




A voicemail for the Sharks' Manager of Hockey Administration:
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WE BELIEVE...

That Hockey was born in 1926;

That Hockeytown is located just northwest of Windsor, just East of Dearborn, and right the hell next to a giant tire;

That numbers have meaning, and 1, 6, 7, 9, 10, 12, 16 and 19 mean everything;

That the most regular season wins, post season wins, division titles, conference titles and 4 Stanley Cups in a little over a decade spells d-y-n-a-s-t-y;

That there is nothing wrong with a grown-ass man saran wrapping a dead-ass octopus to himself and wearing it for hours;

And that when men adorn the red and white winged wheel and strap blades to their feet they transcend the boundaries of mere mortals and become legends - warriors, specializing in art of crushing dreams and capturing the Cup.

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