Go to nhl.com and sportingnews.com, and you’ll see that every writer had the Los Angeles Kings in the playoffs on some level. Some, in the second or third divisional spot, some in a wild card spot, and one, predicting a birth in the Stanely Cup Final. No doubt the Kings were a great team coming into the season, but in an incredibly tight conference, there’s no shame starting the day in the first wildcard slot.
Except, in context.
On the morning of December 28, back from a quick Christmas break, L.A. was in a heated battle for the top of the division, with a 20-7-4 record. That night, they lost to Vegas, in what was the beginning of a quick fall from grace. They have played 16 games since that morning, in which they have only won 2 games, bringing their record to 22-15-10.
After losing to the Buffalo Sabres 5-3, after leading 3-1, and making it 12 losses in 14 games, Coach Mclellan had some very strong words to describe his team. “That’s unacceptable. We’re up 3-1. We’re maybe not playing our best, but the stupidity that went into that loss is unexplainable…I haven’t until now been able to come in and say, ‘Boy, we played really dumb.’ And that’s what we did.” Since that night, they have lost two more games. If Nashville wins tonight, the Blues win tomorrow, and the Kings lose on Wednesday, they will head into the All-Star Break outside of the playoffs looking in.
“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
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