NHL owners and the NHLPA need a big break. They’ve been working nearly six hours a day for two days now. SIX HOURS. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. I’ll bet they’re losing weight from this brutal schedule.This must be why Gary Bettman is shrinking.
No wonder they’re not punching in for today’s meetings until the afternoon. They need to sleep in. Regroup. Catch their breath. Drink some lattes. Read the newspaper. Tip the butler. Pat the wife on the head. Nap. Choose the right tie. Dream about the day when everything gets settled and they don’t have to work such long hours anymore. Never forget, these folks must have put in a ghastly 50 hours or so since last June, struggling to have an agreement in place so fans can watch hockey again. They’re practically saints in my book.
The NHL should raise ticket prices and charge fifteen bucks for a glass of beer to ease the burden. We’ll work more hours at our own jobs so they can be contented and happy. We’ll do anything to see Rene Bourque put the hammer down and Scott Gomez bulge the twine. And I personally can’t wait to witness Tomas Kaberle once again crush all comers as they streak down his side of the ice.
I sure hope this third day of meetings doesn’t go six hours like the other days. We need all concerned to be healthy and happy so they can bless us with so much.