For the longest time, the NHL Entry Draft was the only event Calgary Flames fans had circled on their calendar and anticipated restlessly. The team was generally bad, and up until a few years ago the management was bad too. Basically everything was bad.
Ah, but every June we would huddle around our TVs and pray our local hockey heroes would land the next big thing at the National Hockey League’s yearly talent raffle.
We sipped from the glass of euphoria when the Flames drafted Sven Baertschi – the second coming of Jesus Christ, Jay Feaster promised – and rewound our PVRs multiple times the year following because it sounded a lot like Feaster said “Jankowski”, but who the hell is that?