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It was like everywhere we turned someone was living a better life. Everywhere we turned, all we could see, from coast to coast, were Negans. Cocktail drinking, cigar smoking, sun bathing Negans, surrounded by multiple beauties catering to their every desires.

Even this season, Boeser got off to a good start here, we stayed in our lane. We shut up.

He was good, but we understood there were — what? — a dozen other young players in Canada who were better.

You didn’t think about us, we got it.

But then something changed. The first sign of spring appeared like drops of holy water, something we had not seen in half a decade.

Like groundhogs smelling spring, we stuck our heads out of the hole for the first time in a long time and looked around.

Holy shit, look what we saw.

Boeser had more points than Nylander and Marner.

The same number as Auston.

More than Laine, and the same number of goals.

And Boeser has been scoring more points-per-hour and goals-per-hour than McJeeze.

Good god, what has he done?

He has shone a sliver of light on this dark corner of the hockey world, and we know it could be gone tomorrow (that’s the way it goes).

So in this brief moment of confidence, fearlessness, we are making a demand.

(And no, we don’t think Boeser has won the Calder).

All we want is for one prominent member of the media outside Vancouver to say:

“Brock Boeser is the frontrunner for the Calder.”

That’s it.

And we have to move fast, because this is going to be a great race all season.