It’s my annual exercise in futility. I am the Sisyphus of hockey writers, doing the NHL’s heavy lifting, only to be kicked back down the mountain, accompanied by uproarious laughter or callous indifference. Why do I continue? It’s a good question for which I have no answer. Maybe I’m hoping my efforts will one day catch the league’s eye and…

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