It’s My Party And I’ll Rant If I Want To
The old ’86 Plymouth shitbox I bought for $650 three months ago as a work car didn’t start this morning for the second time in two days, and I’m in a lousy mood. So I thought I’d add this while I’m waiting to go out and howl at the moon.
People like Gary Bettman at NHL headquarters and Brian Burke in Toronto think they run the league. They walk around and come across in interviews as purely self-centred, with “I’m smart and you’re not” attitudes. Well, they don’t run the league, they’re only paid monkeys who are allowed to make as many mistakes as they can and still hold their jobs. They’re much smarter about being lawyers and evading subjects like a good politician than they are about being hockey men.
The ones who really know about the NHL are the players and coaches. They make the world go around, not Bettman and Burke. And it’s not just players and coaches either. It’s also trainers and scouts and fans and beat writers. Bettman and Burke are almost nothing. All they are are arrogant and self-centred who happened to find themselves now in a position of mostly self-made power, where one man can decide for himself that cities in hot climates will definitely be hockey towns and refuses to budge on this position, and another who holds grudges (see Kevin Lowe), and talks to interviewers and to us thought the camera like he has all the answers, and talks down to us and doesn’t really have time for us.
These are not two of my favourite guys. I believe Bettman is hurting the league, and I’ve never had time for arrogant people in any walk of life. And Burke, (and his coach Ron Wilson) are as arrogant as you get. Remember Brian, we all shop at the same grocery store.
This is my rant and I feel much better now. Now I’ve decided to scrap the $650 car and buy one for a little more money. You get what you pay for, right? And maybe I’ll hold off on howling at the moon.