Oh look, the Ducks’ shiny free-agency trophy, Alex Killorn, is heading under the knife. Newsflash for the flock: the team has declared that our dear winger is destined for the ominous world of arthroscopic left knee surgery. Keep your jerseys on—it’s happening next week. And let’s all pour one out for the next four to six weeks we’ll be missing his sticks-on-ice symphony.
Now, Alex may be rocking the big three-four but decided to chase the Cali sunshine, bagging himself a sweet deal for four years at a cool twenty-five mill. That’s a wallet-stuffing $6.25MM per annum making him the head honcho in the dough department among forwards who played “eeny, meeny, miny, moe” with teams this summer.
But hold the applause—his grand entrance was more limp than leap, thanks to a preseason high-five with disaster, fracturing his finger and benching him for the better part of October. The suspense!
Upon his heroic return in the eleventh month, Killorn actually did what was expected. No one was seeing visions of stat sheets set ablaze, but the man was hired to anchor the top six, to be the grown-up in the room for Anaheim’s gaggle of promising youngsters. Lo and behold, he’s been doing the grown-up thing—six goals, thirteen assists in thirty-four games. Plus, he’s been moonlighting on special teams like it’s going out of style.
As of this journalistic masterpiece’s creation, Killorn is still not an official member of the injured reserve club, but let’s get real, it’s only a matter of time before that roster spot turns into a golden ticket for some lucky duckling down in AHL San Diego. Keep your eyes peeled, folks—Anaheim’s about to show us their next trick.