There are, of course, supposed to be four seasons to every calendar year — spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In places that hold hockey close to the heart, though, places like here, we're obliged to live through five — pre-season, regular season, post-season (well, for some), off-season . . . and, for two weeks each February, silly season.

Or trade-deadline season.

A season during which you'll find more creative fiction than is currently available at your local library or in the entire Papa Hemingway canon.

A season when otherwise sane, rational people, on the flimsiest hearsay or the most shadowy of sources, are frantically spewing tweets or blogs at Rainman-like pace.