To Trade Or Not To Trade That Is The Question

To trade, or not to trade: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous trade rumors,
Or to make a move against a sea of injuries,
And by opposing end them? to be eliminated; to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end this drought
The season and the Stanley Cup Playoffs
This team is heir to, 'tis a championship
Devoutly to be wished. to be champions;, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the cup;
For in that sleep of champs what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this monkey on our backs,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes defeat of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The commissioner's wrong, the Golden Brett's contumely,
The pangs of a despised loss, the league's delay,
The insolence of the officials and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy Dallas Stars,
When they themselves might their sudden death make
With a foot in the crease? who would rule 78 bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary overtime,
But that the dread of something after a Stars goal,
The undiscovered feeling from whose goal line
No puck enters, puzzles the Sabre fan
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than celebrate with other Sabre fans we don't know?
Thus inconsistency does make losers of us all;
And thus the silver of the Stanley Cup
Is tarnished with the pale cast of debate,
And great teams of great talent and glory
With this regard their faces turn away,
And do not bother to take action. - No Goal!
The Buffalo Sabres! Champions, in our prayers
Or be all the playoff losses remembered.