That is what separates me from Rick Nash.
While I am left here to wallow in my ever increasing depression over the state of the NHL, Rick is over in Switzerland just having a grand ole time.
He’s climbing the Alps and making snowmen with Joe Thornton.
He’s looking impossibly adorable in a ridiculous uniform. What is that logo on his hockey pants? Is that the castle from Super Mario Brothers?
He’s scoring hat tricks. Like a boss.
He’s rocking some flow that makes me feel all those feels.
Come back, NHL. Come back, Rick Nash.
I miss you.
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