Maybe I'm partially to blame for creating the mass Zach Parise hysteria going on in the Twin Cities right now because for two years, maybe three, I've identified this upcoming summer as the year the Wild would (and should) pursue the star forward if he becomes a free agent.
But lately, because the trade deadline is Feb. 27, fans are salivating over arguably the best American, let alone Minnesotan, out there.
Everywhere I turn, it's Parise this, Parise that. My e-mail basket. My Twitter account. My radio interviews. The Lund's salad bar.
"You know he bought a house in Orono?"
"My girlfriend is friends with his second cousin and he says Zach wants to come home."
"Did you hear him on KFAN the other day? He told Paul Allen ..."
I'm not one to lecture, but folks, step into a sauna, let out your inner Finn and relax. If Parise gets to July 1, one assumes Chuck Fletcher will be beating down his door like 20 other general managers.
But if you're holding your breath for the trade that puts Parise in a Wild sweater, you're probably going to turn blue.