Sometimes sports are at their best when they make no sense.
Last spring, Wild owner Craig Leipold fired General Manager Chuck Fletcher because the franchise had fallen into a predictable if relatively productive funk.
Fletcher's roster had stagnated after he staked his reputation on the progression of young players whose growth proved erratic. Leipold replaced him with Paul Fenton, who helped build Nashville into a powerhouse by aggressively pursuing trades.
A franchise stuck in second gear. A good-not-great roster. A new general manager intent on making changes.
So what happens?
The general manager sits on his hands and 18 games into his first season the team sits near the top of the standings.
Fenton could have traded any one of his best young players this summer, and apparently came close to dealing Nino Niederreiter, then decided it might behoove him to watch them play.
As he watched, the Wild produced more points in the first 17 games of a season than ever before in franchise history, and Mikael Granlund at least temporarily became the scorer he was always expected to be, and the roster won with depth rather than because Fenton decided to act like the new sheriff in town.