The room is quiet. The lights are off."Anybody out there?" the puck says."I don't hear anything," says the stick.The lockers stand empty, side by side, collecting dust. The names are still there. "Yzerman" next to "Shanahan" next to "Joseph." The names are still there, but the players are not."Probably a traffic jam," the puck says."Yeah," says the stick. "You know construction this time of year."
