Gee, Thanks.

(Go ahead and click the image for high-resolution misery if you must)

Behold the cover of the shopNHL.com catalog that landed in our mailbox yesterday. The soft Northern light, the disconsolate, warmly-clad youth, staring hollowly across the ice, haunted by a giant spectral Anaheim doofus--who shall not be named--brandishing a Cup mockingly.

This could be taking place almost anywhere in NHL-land, right?