Dead to me
“I have carefully considered the team’s request that I waive my no-trade clause. I have always believed I would finish my career as a Toronto Maple Leaf so the actual request was still a very difficult one for me to contemplate. […] I cannot leave my teammates and join another NHL club at this time. I have never believed in the concept of a rental player. It is my belief that winning the Stanley Cup is the greatest thing you can achieve in hockey but for me, in order to appreciate it you have to have been part of the entire journey and that means October through June.”
— Mats Sundin, February 24, 2008
“I am truly excited to be joining the Canucks. Once I made the decision to return to play a few weeks ago, the Vancouver opportunity was simply the best overall fit. I want to thank Mike Gillis and the entire Canucks organization for their professionalism throughout this entire process.”
— Mats Sundin, December 18, 2008
Thanks for your many years of service to the Toronto Maple Leafs, Mats (although I guess making you one of the top three money earners in NHL history ought to be ample compensation). Also, thanks for the nine pointless games you played after deciding not to waive your no-trade clause at the trade deadline, en route to a third straight year out of the playoffs. Thanks for costing us a chance to land Chris Higgins, Mikhail Grabovski, and a first-round pick from the Montreal Canadiens in exchange for renting you out, not to mention Greg Pateryn and a second-round pick, which is what it eventually cost to get Grabovski. Thanks for saying you never wanted to be a rental player and that you wanted to be part of a team from training camp right through to the playoffs, only to skip the first three months of the season and wait until after Christmas to join the highest bidder for your services, you wishy-washy mercenary hypocrite. Thanks a lot, Mats.
As I said in July, if you’d just let us rent you out then, we could have had a nice haul, and we’d have welcomed you back to let you retire a hero. Oh, you will come back one day. And we’ll hoist your sweater into the rafters, where it belongs. We’ll always honour your memory. But as of today, you’re dead to me.
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