Thank My Lucky Socks

On July 1^st  I prepared for the big day by putting on my lucky Colorado Avalanche socks.  As the day progressed and the Avalanche made nary a ripple in the free agent pool, I reminded myself that this was a pretty good team last year.  And the deafening quiet from the Avalanche front office is legendary…in that it means nothing. 

On day two I put my lucky socks on again and hoped for a nice little signing, maybe a left wing or a big solid defenseman.  As the day progressed I checked the wire, twitter (the new wire) and anything else I could think of to find a whisper of a rumor that the Avs were shopping.  Every indication was that Greg Sherman was not even pushing his cart through the aisles of free agency.  Not even window shopping?  Nope.

Damn socks.  Maybe I was asking too much of my lucky socks.  Off-season work wasn’t in the lucky spell?  Avs fans want a signing, damnit!

As days turned to weeks and cap geeks pointed at how far under the floor the Avs were (are) it became more and more apparent that this is not your Joe Sakic’s Avalanche.  No, no.  This is a strategy wholly alien to the likes of those fans.

No pressure Matt Duchene. 

And here we are, weeks later and I’ve finally taken off my lucky (and quite smelly) socks.  Kovalchuk has signed with the Devils and is likely off the market despite the legal maneuvering about to commence.

I think it’s safe now. 

I realized that my lucky socks did their job after all.  The Avs didn’t go out and blow ridiculous amounts of money on any over-hyped or over-aged saviors.  And that may be the best luck of all.