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Full credit where credit is due: as far as I’m aware, Puck Daddy is the first place to run with the trade deadline drinking game. They did it last year, they’re doing it again this year, and since then, I believe other places have adopted it or at least intend to. It’s a cool concept, and we wanted in on the action.

But, we knew we had to find a twist to make it our own. Some way to really go “all-in” on this thing. Some way to ruin the livers of willing co-workers.

We’re going through with it.

Now of course, we had to create our own rules for this. The general concept is as follows: we will chuck them in one of our meeting rooms with a pretty little mounted TV. We will clearly write the rules up on the nearby whiteboard wall. We will film them obeying the following rules, on their way from good morning to, ahem, good night.

We’ve made some adjustments and tweaks – for example, any and all mentions of mock Olympic rosters will require a drink, natch – and may make a few more by tomorrow, but for the most part, what you see is what you get.

The most important part: you can participate via Operation ReTweet. It’s how you can help our two victims news editors Archi Zuber and Kyle Smith do something embarrassing like tell off a boss, or even better, Jake Goldsbie. Who knows what to expect? (We literally do not.) Basically, we have a large glass marked with retweet levels – 50, 100, 150 and so on. When a trade is made, we will share it through theScore’s official Twitter account, which is threatening 120,000 followers. Depending on the amount of retweets those trade tweets get, we will fill the retweet glass to the required level, and the two Guinea pigs will alternate hours drinking it because, whatever, it’ll be hilarious. C’mooooon Luongo Trade.

Here are the rules Archi and Kyle will be playing by, while watching TSN’s not remotely over-indulgent coverage of the deadline. Oh, and by the way: not making fun of TSN here given that we all intend to watch the hell out of their coverage, because much like Aerosmith, we Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing. …Please ignore that reference.

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And of course, the obvious: this is not to be done at home. We do not support anybody playing this drinking game. Our dudes are being supervised, they’re being plunked in cabs after, this is our baby.

But please, join us tomorrow for the fun and frivolity, we’d love to have you as involved in our idiocy as possible, whether it be via Twitter (here’s mine) or Backhand Shelf. Hell, if something crazy enough happens (JOHN TAVARES TO THE PANTHERS!), I may get involved myself. And who wouldn’t enjoy the podcast that we’ll be recording shortly after?


By the way, the factors below will also play into this: