By David Perron – Left Winger – Vegas Golden Knights – I hung up the phone, and all I could see was water.
I had just finished talking to Doug Armstrong, the general manager of the St. Louis Blues. He told me that, despite his best efforts, the team wasn’t going to be able to protect me in the upcoming expansion draft.
This was last June. I was on my boat, in the middle of Lake Memphremagog in southern Québec.
It’s a beautiful lake that sits just a 45-minute drive from where I grew up Sherbrooke. I used to spend my summers near there as a kid. I remember thinking, if I ever made it as a hockey player, that I would buy a house there.
When I hung up the phone, I just … I sat there. I sat on my boat in complete silence — on a gorgeous summer day — for two hours. I thought back to the day almost exactly 10 years earlier, when the Blues selected me in the first round. I thought about all the wonderful times I had falling in love with St. Louis. I thought about how grateful I was to the owner, Tom Stillman, who loves that club more than most people know. And I thought about how much I would miss that city.
It was unusually quiet on the lake that day. I didn’t hear much of anything — no boats or children swimming — it was just me and my thoughts.
I knew Doug had done everything he could to keep me, but it was a tough situation. I called my mom and dad on my way back in from the lake. I told them what was going on and that it wasn’t 100% clear yet whether or not Vegas would pick me in the draft the next week.
I docked the boat and walked up the steps to my home — the first home I’d ever bought.
And I thought about where my next home might be.