Apparently, the normal laws of aging simply don't apply to Jaromir Jagr.
Forty-one-year-old players with 1,378 games under their belts who started their career when Home Alone was still in theaters aren't supposed to still be playing. They aren't supposed to be gracefully smashing in gorgeous game-winners:
They aren't supposed to be setting records (via ESPN Stats & Info):
They aren't supposed to still be hitting historic milestones (via the Dallas Stars' official Twitter account):
But in his 19th season, Jagr is doing all of those things and more. He has established himself as the Stars' most productive player, racking up 14 goals and 12 assists in just 32 games.
As such, he is creating quite the compelling situation as we approach the trade deadline.
With every subsequent goal and assist, the future Hall of Famer, who is supposed to be in his twilight years, becomes more of a wanted man.
In a good way.
As long as he is playing at this level—and he has showed little sign of slowing down—No. 68 would make for a valuable short-term addition to any team gearing for a postseason run. And as such, he is commanding serious trade interest.
Of course, sitting just one point behind eighth-place St. Louis in the West, Dallas is one of those teams hoping to gear up for a postseason run. So it's not surprising that Glen Gulutzan and company are hoping to re-sign the soon-to-be free agent (via ESPN's Pierre Le Brun):
Jaromir Jagr’s name has been floated in trade rumors because he’s a UFA after the season. But sources told ESPN.com Monday that the Dallas Stars and Jagr’s camp (agent Petr Svoboda) have begun contract talks on an extension.
If you would have told me at the beginning of the season that all of this would be happening in late March, I would have told you to lay off the crazy pills.
Jagr is exceeding all preseason expectations with his stellar play. Now, a man who attracted little interest before the season and who is barely removed from a three-year NHL hiatus is suddenly a sought-after target across the entire league.
That is the stuff of a legend.
Sorry, Father Time, but you really screwed the pooch on this one.