Now that the Blue Jackets' dumbfounding desire to trade Rick Nash is being debated from Boston to Vancouver, one simple thought should be inserted into every discussion that occurs in the team's meeting rooms:

Prospects are prospects. They aren't stars. They aren't sure things. They are glorified lottery tickets. Even the best of them — and no team is going to give the Blue Jackets the best of them in this kind of deal — are gambles with a capital G.

Nash is a star. Prospects are guys somebody says are going to be stars. There's a big, big difference.

Nikita Filatov was a prospect. So was Alexandre Picard. And Gilbert Brule. You could now get all three of those Blue Jackets first-round clunkers for a wheelbarrow of pucks. But they were all going to be stars, and a lot of smart hockey people believed it.