His legacy is not that hard to summarize. He scored 372 goals and 865 points in 760 games. That translates into 1.12 points per game. Among the top 100 active players with 400 points or more, he was behind only Jagr and Forsberg. He was a First All-Star in 1994-95 and a Second All-Star the next season. He was tied for the league lead in points during the shortened ’94-’95 season with 70 points in 48 games. However, he lost the Art Ross trophy to Jaromir “Caps” Jagr because he scored 32 goals while Lindros tallied 29. Interestingly, Lindros played in 46 games that year - two less than Jagr. He reached the top 10 in scoring on two other occasions in 1995-96 and 1998-99.

He’s not a Hall of Famer in the purest sense. He had a couple of dominant seasons. But this is the watered-down hockey HOF we’re talking about here. Not exactly a tough gig to get.

The Hall is filled with players who never dominated, did their time and amassed solid numbers. It’s only normal that Lindros will get in.

There should be two Halls: A hall of fame and a hall of recognition. Lindros and many like him would fall into the latter. In any event there is only one true “Hall” and that’s the Hall of Justice.

After a falling out with the contentious Bobby Clarke and a series of concussions, Lindros was traded to the New York Rangers in 2001.

He was officially on his way to becoming a hockey vagabond. James Taylor should write a song about him.

Just like that, this once marvelous specimen of size and talent could never quite reach the promise of his potential.

In some strange way, is this poetic justice for the defunct Quebec Nordiques?