Let’s get something out of the way up front – there are a HELL of a lot of things I would do for $7.5 million…things I can’t print here out of fear that my future children will read about them, things that would make an Irish barmaid blush, things that extend beyond the realm of decency, chivalry and tact. In barely tempting this discussion, we’re breathing the air of generational wealth. That’s slightly unfamiliar ground, even here aboard the flavishly-decorated SS Production Line.
For Shea Weber though, the arbitration-awarded $7.5 mil deal he just got handed feels different. On one hand, it’s a gigantic FU to the organization that was trying to convince him he was worth about $2.5 mil less than guys like Keith and Seabrook. More importantly though, it feels like a placeholder…like the drink you get at the bar when you’re not sure what you REALLY want. It’s the bullshit sandwich you get when you’re in the airport and the only option is Starbucks. It’ll do for now, but it’s not what you were after. You’re placated, but ultimately unfulfilled.
In my wildest dreams…and in the mind of a man who loves to torture the numbers…the gentle feathering of that contract landing on Shea’s lap is the sound of a door opening for Ken Holland.
One man, one year with a $7.5 million salary. One team, one GM with $5.8 million in space and a handful of movable parts.
A few Wings fans, myself included, expect Kenny is storing up the war chest for a late-season move. My initial thought was that it would be a big-name forward (and I’ve got a whole Rick Nash conspiracy theory on that note), but the way this thing is settling out with Weber in Tennessee, I can’t help but imagine a future where we send a solid ransom of prospects and current pros to Nashville in exchange for Weber and his $7.5 mil this season, then turn around in the offseason and use the $6+ we’ve got tied up in Lidstrom, plus whatever else it takes from the currently-existing cap space to lock Shea up for as long as we can.
Am I one of about 500 assholes out here claiming their beloved squad is a lock for Weber this spring? Sure. I’m comfortable being a predicable, un-unique commodity in that sense.
…but come on…dream with me for a minute, won’t you?