Look I drew a noose and some stuff
The year is 2956. The NHL is no longer in existence. All of the players we know today are dead. Except for one man who skates on an empty ice rink, refusing to accept reality.
His name is Jaromir Jagr.
"We’re coming, we’re coming…"
Selänne puts on his skates and pushes Brodeur’s wheelchair in front of the net.
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