Oh Johan Franzen, you big fuzzy mystery wrapped inside a conundrum, wrapped inside an enigma.
I wanted to believe you'd turned the corner.
I really wanted to believe you'd turned the corner. I wanted to believe that "changing your meds" really had done the trick. That those 21 points in 18 games were how it was going to be from now on. That the way you busted your ass up and down the ice using your size and your strength and your stickhandling and your shot was the new/old you. That the Mule had been re-born. That the feisty, in-your-face play against Ottawa and calling out Neil in the media was the sign of a new found self-confidence.
And then you went back to being that lazy, floating, bum who's signed for the next 72 years who I want bought out.
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