Frank Seravalli

What I mean by that is this isn't the NFL where you've got scores of people studying these players and watching video on a day-to-day basis and using...

the the power of the internet to public scout doesn't really happen in hockey there's maybe two or three people that do it on a full-time basis and for whatever reason hockey fans and i'm not saying people don't love the sport or don't do the work but they read or see what these people say as consensus and they view it as gospel as if this is the only way that it should be as if this is how nhl front offices think or view it the same way it

It boggles my mind how much influence the public scouting community really has on social media.

But that's a huge digression from your question, which was that what is my mock draft?

I've got the Leafs taking Ivor Stenberg at one.

I've got the San Jose Sharks taking Keaton Verhoff at two.

I've got, in that case, Gavin McKenna going to the Vancouver Canucks at three.

And that's enough to make people's heads spin in 30 seconds.

It's as if, you know, playing in the CHL, which got markedly worse this year with all the best 19- and 20-year-olds in the world leaving to go play college hockey.

It defies logic, Frank.

Like I'm like that all of a sudden, like had those guys stayed and put up massive numbers, they'd be there'd be zero doubt as to where they were in their scouting rankings as if that should be normal behavior.

But more than that, they play in the toy box, which is they come out one time a year to make their statements and send out their rankings and do whatever else it is that they do.

And then there's zero accountability.

No one says like, oh, man, you guys really goofed on that or got that wrong or your mock draft was bananas having Shane Wright number one.

the days before the 2022 NHL draft, but no one ever says anything.

It's just like, hey, thanks for the free service.

We're on to the next year.

But I'm the rage baiter.

I'm apparently producing something bad.

Well, you are a pain in the ass, Frank.