Monday, August 16, 2010

The Perfect Kaberle

The clouds part on the no trade clause, a sliver of sunlight peeks through. But then…

Bobby Kaberle: Skip, we're gonna make it before the trading window closes.

Captain Billy Burke: She's not gonna let us out.

BK: No.

BB: Come on, you bitch!

BK: Come on!

BB: Come on!

BK: How do we do this, skip?

BB: No school for it. Never was.

BK: Skip, we made the right call.

BB: We had to try.

BK: We were so close.

BB: It was a hell of a fight, though, huh?

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