Eastside's Hockey Elite Collide

[Current Specific Trade Information]

I am willing to deal offense for defensive upgrades. Some package or otherwise is probably necessary depending on the money involved. I'd include any package of D+F to upgrade at D. Tavares/Tkachuk are at the highest end, but guys like Kasper, Lysell, and Farabee all provide really solid depth. Basically kicking tires a few months before the trade deadline to see what teams are interested in moving guys.


[General Trade Information]
Everyone is always open for discussion on NY with the following comments:

Eichel/MDC are elite tier, and I'm quite unlikely to move. Think elite-for-elite if its shake-up-time.

Kotkaniemi/Nichushkin/Tkachuk are high tier, and while I'm certainly more willing to move them than the above guys - if you aren't approaching at value, then we're going to be too far apart.

Everyone else, value is likely as it looks. I've never laughed at or made fun of a proposal or request, so feel free to reach out. If it fits, great, if not, who cares! It's all fun.

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Alexander Hamilton.
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With the lights out, it's less dangerous
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I feel stupid and contagious
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We're gonna have a problem here...

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
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Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
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The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
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Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
It's your life it's your party it's so awful
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In class I'd pass the time
Drawing a slash for every time the second hand went by
A group of five
Done twelve times was a minute
But

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And I'm here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
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Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face
Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase

West of Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom still waiting at the altar...BUMP THIS PAGE

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be

West of Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar
I see the turning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom still waiting at the altar...BUMP THIS PAGE

Hey, that's my man
That's my man
Yeah, that's my man
Every bait and switch was a work of art
That's my man
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I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That's my man...BUMP THIS PAGE

I'm singing at a funeral tomorrow
For a kid a year older than me
And I've been talking to his dad, it makes me so sad
When I think too much about it I can't breathe

And I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater
While my friends are all waving from the shore
And I don't need you to tell me what that means
I don't believe in that stuff anymore

...but I do believe...in bumping this page

The barn leaned over,
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky

The sun sank down,
Behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming through the rye

But maybe he's the father,
Of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

....with a page bump obviously

Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re, re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re, re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
B-U-M-P P-A-G...(e)
Take care, TCB

Go! Go! Black and gold!
Old-time hockey, bar the door
Clear the track it's all-out war
Light the lamp, throw a hit
Black and gold never quit
The barn is full, our team's in town
So put 'em up boys, knock 'em down
Drop the puck, it's time to........BUMP THIS PAGE

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedBUMPTHISPAGEersehen

I'll trade you Yamamoto for Eichel (am I doing this right?)

The night surrounds me
I can't turn back the hands of time
When I look around me
My thoughts are of the lonely kind
Such a game of high stakes
We gambled and then we lost
We were fools to believe
That we could beat the odds

But the story always ends the same
(You can't turn back the page)
Trying to relive ev'ry moment as it came
(You can't turn back the page)
But it always ends the same
You...CAN BUMP THIS PAGE

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standin' there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was cryin' on the staircase
Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said....... BUMP THIS PAGE

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and...bumpthispage...crrrryyyyyyyyy

I'm lookin' for motivation
I'm lookin' for a new foundation, yeah
And I'm on that new vibration
I'm buildin' my own foundation, yeah
Hold up, oh, baby, baby

You won't break my soul (na, na)
You won't break my soul (no-no, na, na)
You won't break my soul (no-no, na, na)
You won't break my soul (na, na)
I'm tellin' everybody, na, na
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And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God [or, you know, an EHEC team]
And I'd get him to swap our places

Be runnin' up that road
Be runnin' up that hill
Be runnin' up that buildin'
Say, if I only could, oh......bumpthispage

(In honor of their return)...
I ain't that cool, a little fucked in the head
They'll be hanging me quick when I'm back from the dead
Get the rope, get the rope
Get the rope, get the rope

I'm a punk rock kid, I came from hell with a curse
She tried to pray it away, so I fucked her in church
Don't you know? Don't you know?
Don't you know? Yeah, don't you know?

They say, "You're not safe here if I stay
With a knife that sharp"

No way, no, I leave the broken-hearted
Oh, no, look at the mess we started
Oh, no, I leave the broken hearts this way
Whatcha say? (Whatcha say?) Wanna play?.....wannabumpthispage

I know it's a bad idea
But how can I help myself?
Been inside for most this year
And I thought a few drinks, they might help
It's been a while, my dear
Dealin' with the cards life dealt
I'm still holdin' back these tears
While my friends are somewhere else....illjustbumpthispage

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy
Shiny toy with a price (you know, like a trade list! its a pun! kinda...)
You know that I [bumped] it

Yeah, b*, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
B*, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red (bump on up)

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Yeah
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well I pick up all pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand
Yeah

Cause I'm a Voodoo Child
Lord knows I'm BUMPINGTHISPAGE baby