In honor of Akim Aliu’s recent signing with the Blackhawks (and my lack of creativity), I’ve decided to republish a piece about the New Nigerian Nightmare from the 2007 NHL Draft. This was originally posted on the late Kill Bill Wirtz blog. May he burn in Gehenna.
Why do you say I am mad? I can sense them. You don’t? Mumbling, whispering, groaning. They’re there.
Of course I was sick. The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. Don Maloney said that Phoenix was going to draft me with the last pick in the first round. And before that, Bryan Murray said that I’d be playing with Dany Heatley. I’m telling you that I heard both of them say it!
Wait, what are they saying about me? Are they saying I’m a hothead? Alright, I’m not the best teammate in the world. I’m not a bad guy or an asshole. I loved playing for Sudbury. And London.
Wait, now what’s Dale Tallon saying? He’s looking at me and grinning. He’s going to pick me at 38! Wait, what’s that guy on the stage saying? Bill Sweatt? That’s not my name! Who’s he?
They’re all talking about me, that I’m a bad egg. Everyone from Bettman to the scouts. I see them all looking at me. One hundred thousand eyes pointed in my direction. The scent of their tears stings my nostrils. I can taste the salt from a mile away. Oh, they’ll never know what…
Wait, what are they saying? The Blackhawks picked me? Dale Tallon just saved his life …