NHL teams hand out oodles and oodles of cash and coin every July 1, and at the time it is usually pretty obvious which contracts are going to be regrettable. The biggest culprit is often term because it seems that there is always one or two more years tacked on for good measure, even when it isn’t the wisest idea. It is like when you have been drinking at a bar all night and the staff makes an announcement for last call. You have already had your fair share and would otherwise be content collecting yourself and walking out, but then a fellow patron or friend “gets one for the road,” and you follow suit.