
Welcome to the Monday edition of The Cooler, where all OK things must come to an end. Let's get to it:
*Whether it happens over the course of the next week, precipitated by a ghastly free-fall only propped up by the cushioned bottom of the Western Conference standings, or happens a few months from now during a busy offseason, this much seems pretty clear:
It's the end of the Wild as we know it. (And I feel fine).
Sunday's 4-0 loss to the Blues is far from the only piece of evidence supporting that notion, but the manner in which it happened and the quotes that followed were pretty damning.
Let's pause here to insert the usual caveat of "be careful what you wish for," as it does have merit. If you think the Wild is bad now, you quite possibly have not seen anything yet.
The same fans who decry various Wild mainstays as passive underachievers like to imagine those players' values magically double on the trade market. What can happen instead are bad trades (see: Nino Niederreiter for Victor Rask, which made some sense logically but doesn't look good so far on the ice).
With the Wild's salary constraints and lack of elite young talent, it's easy to imagine things getting a lot worse before they get better. For that reason, I still think it might be best for the Wild to try to ride out this season and hope things get better along the way — and then, finally, get serious about making big moves in the spring and summer.
We've seen four other long stretches of playoff prosperity among our local teams in the last generation. The Vikings made the playoffs eight times in nine seasons from 1992-2000, then missed them six of the next seven years.