A special breaking emergency.

Just got a text message.

It's not Woge.

But, or the Woj's MBA or Garden Faithful, whichever you'd like.

But Cody McLeod was traded, Gregory.

And yet, on my Wednesday night when I had other plans,

when I had shit to do, I'm here talking about Cody McLeod,

a person I've been very near and dear to the past, I don't know, two years of my life.

Goodbye forever, you miserable curse word.

It's, the predators waived him last year.

The Rangers picked him up.

We endured him for literally just about a full 12 months,

just to send him back to the predators for pennies on the dollar.

But at the same time, Cunning Cloud's not even worth pennies on a dollar.

So the fact that this trade happened, it just, it tickles my heart.

How do you get blood from a stone?

Is truly my question to ask Mr. Gordon.

Because if you go ahead and just say, hey, a seventh round for a guy that can help your locker

room and the other guy goes, yeah.

And do you think Gordon looked around the room and goes, this guy fucking kidding me?

Is this guy kidding? This is a joke?

How does he say yes to this? It's like when you accidentally do a trade in a fantasy league and you're like, okay, I'll propose for this player, but this player's this offers a little ridiculous. Let's see if he accidentally hits except and they did. That's pretty much what happened. No, you know what this trade is?

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