For what would amount to nearly a full minute after the trade was announced, there were no words. Cameras clicked and shuttered, every flash pinging back against a clot of mics and tangled cables. Wayne Gretzky sat hidden beyond them, half-smiles and eye-rubbing coming in modest twitches as he pitched to his right and motioned for something just out of frame. A tissue. A glass of water. “I’m coming back,” he said. He never did.