So I'm ahead of the curve for a change. What a weird sensation. Anyway, I won't go on long for this one, but it has been eating at me all evening. (Plus, I had the perfect Dixie Chicks song to start this with, and I was afraid I'd forget by tomorrow.)
Once, there was hope. Not two days ago, now my heart is feeling the dull ache of disappointment My optimistic thoughts have plummeted to the ground, leaving me bruised and sore. Am I exaggerating? Obviously. Still, any hockey fan has got to be feeling the same right about now. (Ha ha, and here you were probably wondering what the hell I was talking about. Sorry, heck.)
The idea of a deal was barely a glimmer in the commissioner's eye when it was shot down. To be fair, I freely admit I don't really comprehend the intricacies of this negotiation. I could read all the lawyer speak until the sun came up and still be lost, confused, and frustrated. So, lost and confused though I am, I have to admit to having my hopes crushed by the commissioner's response to the union's response. I worked at a certain delivery company for four years, three of those years straddling the line between union and management. Believe me, I know it is no walk in the park, but still, there is common ground if the stubborn asses would just look for it. (Wow, I am being horribly rude in my wordings today. My apologies to my inadvertent audience. I guess at this point, I just can't find it in me to play nice anymore.) No one is going to win. Both sides will lose. Win-win situations are just a way to soothe the bruised egos of everyone involved because, truthfully, we all know they lost something. My suggestion to the hockey world? Accept this, live with it, sign a freaking deal (ha, a bit of restraint there), and then go back, lick your wounds, and start the season. Is that really so difficult? Oh, wait, I forgot, I'm talking about a bunch of men who all think they're right. No one is! No one. We are all wrong somewhere, sometime, and there is no longer a moral high ground here. That was lost by both sides when the fans suffered. They claim there thinking of us, but lets be honest. It is simply business. Well, Gary Bettman's business plan so far has sucked. Three lockouts? Really? Who wins there? No one. Back to my point, accept the loss, move on, and please, for the love of whoever you hold highest, just let the season begin.
The first sign of loss is denial. Been there, done that. I guess depression was learning that the two sides basically told each other to go, okay, I'll edit this, "attach themselves to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis" (Ah, thank you Big Bang Theory. I just found you but I think this might be love. With no hockey, I am available in the evenings.) themselves today. Now, I have anger. I fear my acceptance I think that might have been what led to my apathy towards football. What if I am not alone? Can hockey really afford to continue to ostracize us? Are there enough left when all is said and done? Do they really want to find out? Just sign a deal. Please. I beg you.
Oh well, I guess hope just reared it's shiny face again. Maybe I haven't given up, but the added revenue they are fighting over is diminishing the longer this drags out. Common sense, boys, can be hard to accept, but it doesn't lie. Maybe we can all think about that. Maybe not. Whatever, I've tried my hand. Let's see theirs.
BlytheLea L.E.
P.S. I lied. This rant went far longer than I thought it would. Maybe I have issues. You think? but be kind, all the same.
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