Scott Niedermayer had a change or heart — or, at least, finally made up his mind — and is set to waddle back to the Ducks, Conn Smythe trophy in tow.
Finally, I can get some sleep. Wake me up in April.
Somewhere, Brian Burke is dancing a jig and figuring out the quickest way to unload a defenseman. As for the rest of the hockey world, they are thinking it is about bloody time.
Contrary to what my colleague and favorite whipping boy Dave Pollard might think, I hardly think Niedermayer was being disrespectful in his indecision.
I've said since Day One that Niedermayer isn't on any stopwatch and should render his decision, if one was to be made, when it felt right.
Look at the rings on his fingers. He's earned it.
That said, my reaction is pretty indifferent. It's a safe bet to say I give more attention to cleaning out my toe jam before heading out to a pool party.
Outside of the Anaheim city limits, I am pretty sure most share my sentiments.
No offense to Niedermayer, but this isn't exactly Mario Lemieux returning. As great a player as he is, most shrugged their shoulders at the news.
It was nothing more than a soap opera with an extremely cheesy ending. Everyone saw it coming.
It was just a matter of when.
On Wednesday, Brian Burke was probably giving a thumbs-up to the heavens for the return of his stud defenseman.
As for me, the reaction is what I thought it would be.
An unspoken "Who cares?" and a yawn.
I'm just not sure which came first.