A Graphic Guide to the NHL Draft

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June 19 2012 11:33AM

Pierre McGuire has no brain

There are only two things we can be sure of on NHL draft day. First off, no matter the hype, very few picks fall into that "no brainer" category, and second, most draft day commentary does not involve the use of a brain. The latter is especially true of Pierre McGuire.

Read on for more in our Graphic Guide to the NHL Draft.

I certainly don't envy what NHL GMs and scouts have to go through on draft day.

Every decision will be analyzed and criticized. Dissected and autopsied. Parsed and panned. But it's not easy to find that perfect balance and of skill and work ethic in an 18-year old. The best that you can hope for is that you wind up with draft picks that will leave you somewhere between what Don Cherry and Mike Smith would have picked: 

Skill vs. work ethic

So, we've covered the commentators and the GMs/scouts. But the focus of draft day is really on the nervous hopefuls waiting anxiously with their parents up in the stands for potentially life-changing results:

To be 18 again

Not every 18-year-old can get drafted into the NHL, but either way, your biggest worries are about being "late" or that things might turn out blue.

I'm not a hippie or on welfare. I don't live in Kits, wear Birkenstocks or own an umbrella. I've never been to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, but I'm sure it's very nice. I have a mayor, not a crack addict. I drink pale ale, not Blue. And I call it a cabin, not a cottage. I can proudly say my team's been to the Stanley Cup Final in the last 45 years. They may not have won, but at least they got there. I believe in sunshine, not haze; heat, not humidity. And that sushi is a healthy and tasty meal. A coho is a fish. A ski hill is a mountain. And the plural of leaf is leaves. Okay? Not leafs. Leaves! Vancouver is the country's third-largest city, certainly the most beautiful, and the best part of Canada! My name is petbugs and I am a Canucks fan! ... You can find me on Twitter @petbugs13 or send your hate mail to petbugs (at) gmail (dot) com but it better be funny or it's getting plonked.
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