Finally, after way too long, I’ve figured out how to raise the half billion dollars or more to make the Molsons an offer they can’t refuse to buy the team.
I’m going to make an independent film.
It’s going to be the story of Harry Spice, a young goaltender for the Mont Tremblant Canaries, who had come up to the big team heralded as the best young goalie in hockey, and Canary fans rubbed their hands with glee.
In the beginning he was good but not great, but inexplicably his game went downhill to the point of fans booing him. He just wasn’t stopping pucks the way people thought he would, his confidence was waning, and I’ll have my camera crew shoot dark, shadowy images of him walking the streets alone, or at home throwing dishes around.
I’ll make Spice a bit of a man-about-town who enjoys the Mont Tremblant nightlife maybe a little too much and audiences will see glimpses of the area after dark, when the young and rich come out to play and bodies rub together. And after Jerry Hacksack is traded away not long after being nothing short of miraculous in the recent playoffs, Spice is given the number one job and the masses are angry and unsure of how the Canaries will do in the upcoming season year with the young buck between the pipes.
People call for the heads of management. They can’t believe that Hacksack was traded and Spice kept onboard. It’s going to very dramatic as people eat their popcorn.
Movie-goers at the Cannes Film Festival and then world-wide will really become engrossed. Because Spice, playing like he’s never played before, starts silencing critics by stopping pucks like nobody’s business, with a new-found feeling of invincibility, and is soon awarded NHL first star of the week.
People in their seats wipe away tears of joy. They stand and applaud. Critics will call it “the feel-good movie of the year.” Posters urge patrons to “Walk, even run, to your local theatre to see it. The Year’s Top Movie!”
I’m just not finished the screenplay yet.
The plan is to have young Harry Spice carry on, his goals-against average continues to shrink, he starts dating a pretty girl who works at Sears, and the rousing finale, with the orchestra reaching the crescendo, features him carrying the Livingston Cup over his head while hundreds of fans come forward to apologize for booing, and he and his pretty wife kiss and walk arm in arm down Rue Ste. Kitimat.
I’ll be awarded the Palme d’Or at Cannes and later, after a red-carpet walk that will seem to go on forever, I’m given an Academy Award.
So me buying the team and you coming aboard as trusted employees looks like it’s still going to happen.