I am involved in three rotisserie hockey leagues this year. One is a family league, one involves people at the office, and in the third my competitors are some of my fishing buddies. Today, one of my fellow franchise managers decided to change the name of his team seven games in to the season. This did not sit well with me – I am a stickler for continuity about these things. Here’s what I posted to the league message board:
Oh, man, I’ve seen some suspect [sports] franchise moves before in my time – there were the Captain Highliner Islanders jerseys, Philadelphia’s Cooperall experiment and the “Mighty” being put between “Anaheim” and “Ducks”, but this may take the cake…
Brian’s team has changed its name entirely!
I, for one, refuse to be manipulated by the management of this money-grubbing club in this blatant attempt to kick-start jersey, t-shirt and ball cap sales by introducing a brand new nickname in mid-season. For shame, for shame – and shades of the Oakland – no waitaminnit, we want to be called “California” Golden Seals.
Boooooooooo!
I think I’ve made my point.