Mr. Golisano, tear down this team!
Apr. 27th, 2010 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAn open letter to the owner and chief poobah of the Buffalo Sabres, currently setting tee times at a golf course near you:
*too sports; didn't read
Another season has ended short of the goal. Literally, in this case. Your top two lines did less scoring than a pack of nerds at a Mormon mixer.†
† This year's Mister Irrelevant in the NFL draft was a graduate of Weber State University, an LDS institution in Utah; I take it that means the Bombay Sapphire drinking bash is off the agenda this time.
Yet making it even harder to take is that the two most important goals scored against our all-World netminder- the overtime winner in Game Four and then the one last night to put it away- came from one Miroslav Satan. Miro, you may remember, was a highly touted offensive prospect, who was brought to the edge of stardom by our own organ-eye-zation, but who withered and wasted under the stifling defensive scheme of the then and current coaching and management team. Now he returns to face his former team, much older and yet far more able to strike when the goal posts are hot and perform the object of the game, which is to put the freaking puck in the net.
Guys get sucked into "the system" on this team and immediately lose their skills. Late last season, you traded at the deadline for a Maple Laff named Dominic Moore, who before arriving had hit career highs in all offensive categories. He proceeded to score one goal in the remaining games he played- yet that's one moore╝
╝little hockey-stick humour there, eh?
than THIS season's trade-deadline acquisition, Raffi Torres, who had 19 goals for Columbus coming into the trade and none, zero, nothin, eh?, for Buffalo in the remainder of the season or in the playoffs.
Ya think it might have something to do with the coaching and not the abilities of the players themselves?
Tommy G, it's time to find oot.♣
♣ Two, no trump.
This same coach and GM have been here since before you got here, and they always come just close enough to let us taste a championship, but we never get it. Wouldn't it be worth all your billions to let someone with a different system, a meaner attitude, for crysake just a change of pace, have a go at it?
You can afford the severance pay; think of all the campaign contributions you'll be saving now that your crony's going to jail.
C'mon, Tom. Make us really believe it when we sing We're gonna win that Cup.♫
♫We're gonna win that, Stanley Cup....
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For the rest of you, here are today's goofy Mighty Taco ads. One's from the signboard outside the Transit/Wehrle location; I'm not sure if it was an intentional play on a certain pre-fab sixties rock band or not, but I certainly appreciated it just for the possibility:
Then there's this one, which even I don't understand:
Have a good afternoon, all. Don't worry; bee happy. #
# And now, Number thirty-one. The end.
*too sports; didn't read
Another season has ended short of the goal. Literally, in this case. Your top two lines did less scoring than a pack of nerds at a Mormon mixer.†
† This year's Mister Irrelevant in the NFL draft was a graduate of Weber State University, an LDS institution in Utah; I take it that means the Bombay Sapphire drinking bash is off the agenda this time.
Yet making it even harder to take is that the two most important goals scored against our all-World netminder- the overtime winner in Game Four and then the one last night to put it away- came from one Miroslav Satan. Miro, you may remember, was a highly touted offensive prospect, who was brought to the edge of stardom by our own organ-eye-zation, but who withered and wasted under the stifling defensive scheme of the then and current coaching and management team. Now he returns to face his former team, much older and yet far more able to strike when the goal posts are hot and perform the object of the game, which is to put the freaking puck in the net.
Guys get sucked into "the system" on this team and immediately lose their skills. Late last season, you traded at the deadline for a Maple Laff named Dominic Moore, who before arriving had hit career highs in all offensive categories. He proceeded to score one goal in the remaining games he played- yet that's one moore╝
╝little hockey-stick humour there, eh?
than THIS season's trade-deadline acquisition, Raffi Torres, who had 19 goals for Columbus coming into the trade and none, zero, nothin, eh?, for Buffalo in the remainder of the season or in the playoffs.
Ya think it might have something to do with the coaching and not the abilities of the players themselves?
Tommy G, it's time to find oot.♣
♣ Two, no trump.
This same coach and GM have been here since before you got here, and they always come just close enough to let us taste a championship, but we never get it. Wouldn't it be worth all your billions to let someone with a different system, a meaner attitude, for crysake just a change of pace, have a go at it?
You can afford the severance pay; think of all the campaign contributions you'll be saving now that your crony's going to jail.
C'mon, Tom. Make us really believe it when we sing We're gonna win that Cup.♫
♫We're gonna win that, Stanley Cup....
-----
For the rest of you, here are today's goofy Mighty Taco ads. One's from the signboard outside the Transit/Wehrle location; I'm not sure if it was an intentional play on a certain pre-fab sixties rock band or not, but I certainly appreciated it just for the possibility:
Then there's this one, which even I don't understand:
Have a good afternoon, all. Don't worry; bee happy. #
# And now, Number thirty-one. The end.
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Date: 2010-04-27 08:09 pm (UTC)Plus the missus is kinda cute, too, as I recall....
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Date: 2010-04-28 03:32 am (UTC)Hee, cute as a button, a whole sack of 'em even. :D
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