OK, I love hockey as much as the next girl — who am I kidding, way more than the next girl — but if you told me I'd jump up and cheer during the NHL draft, I'd call you a maniac. But I did just jump up and cheer.
We got Alexei Cherepanov that Russian dude with the crazy hair. He was a projected top five, but no one would pick him. By the time they got to our pick and Cherepanov was still available, I already had him under Jagr's wing. Plus, I was in love. And then we got him. Yippee!
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