Has anybody heard from Shea Weber? Sure, sure, we know he’s now a Predator “for life” (barring a trade, a contract holdout, an injury, or any number of forseeable conclusions or possibilites), but it feels like we’re five minutes to curtain and all parties are waiting for their man to enter the building.

Can’t you see it? David Poile standing up there on stage, presenting a confident air but sweating profusely underneath his Garth Brooks-hemmed suit and rodeo belt buckle because, hey, go Nashville. Some poor usher running around backstage: “Guys, has anyone seen Shea? Has anyone heard from Shea? Guys? Shea? Two minutes to curtain…”

Is Shea in the building? Does he want to be in the play? Is he sucking back whiskey in a depressed state like Tom Cruise at the beginning of The Last Samurai?

What does Shea want? Some folks were saying signing the 14-year, $110 million offer sheet was evidence that he wanted to leave Tennessee. Others were saying he was trying to force the Preds to sign him long-term, and that his signing was evidence that he wanted to remain a Predator.

Both seemed plausible.

We assume Shea will talk soon. He’ll speak, and we’ll listen. But, can he hurry up?