Step through the door. Spin rightward, march past the goalies, and there it is.



The lousiest spot in the entire dressing room.



If real-estate value is all about location, this address — stuck in the corner, hard by shelves of spare helmets and extra laces, crowded by goalie pads — stinks.



Of the 24 stalls at Calgary Flames headquarters, there are 23 better options than this dud.



“Yeah,” said Noah Hanifin, smirking, “that’s the worst.”



This is where Johnny Gaudreau calls home.



When he tried out for the Flames in 2014, he had been the last player to catch on. The result, this sorry stall assignment.



Yet — despite rising seniority (357 games and counting), despite emerging importance (legitimately pushing for the Hart Trophy) — Gaudreau remains wedged in cramped quarters.



“My first year, I got plopped there. Never left,” he said the other day from a...