[Scott Hartnell wakes up in a cold sweat]
Mrs. Hartnell: Scott! What is it?!
Hartnell: It was horrible.... horrible
Mrs. Hartnell: What? What was horrible?
Hartnell: I was wearing this horrible blue and mustard yellow sweater....
Mrs. Hartnell: Oh no!
Hartnell: And we kept getting pummeled by these people in red!
Mrs. Hartnell: How awful!
Hartnell: And the coach.... the coach was MISSING HIS NECK!
Mrs: Hartnell: That does sound like a nightmare! Are you going to be OK?
Hartnell: I've had that same nightmare over and over again for the past two years. I have to do something. I have to make a phone call.
Other end of the line: You have reached the office of David Poile. Unfortunately, I am not available to take your call right now, but please, leave your name and a brief message after the tone, and I will try to call you back! **BEEEP**
Hartnell: I don't know what you did to me Poile, but I can't take any more. Ever since I left the Predators, I haven't been right, man. Playing professional hockey in Nashville.... It stays with you. *click*
[The next day in the boardroom in Nashville]
Poile: Good news everyone! We have a marketing strategy!