Can’t stop laughing at a line from Cox Bloc. In a post about a William Houston article suggesting that Hockey Night in Canada ditch the Leafs and televise the Senators instead, Godd Till writes:
Switching out the Leafs also might not go over well with Hockey Night advertisers. The chance to connect with a fanatically loyal fanbase which consumes the product with dedication and verve no matter how vile it tastes and how sick it makes you: that’s gotta be Molson’s target audience right there.
Meanwhile, the John Ferguson Jr. firing that is approaching will surprise no one. The papers here are printing stories to the effect that the Leafs have been granted permission by the Phoenix Coyotes to approach Cliff Fletcher about taking on interim General Manager gig. What a bush league maneuver by the organization; how mortifying it must be for JFJ to have to sit in his office and act all normal, as if everybody doesn’t know he should be packing his shit up and getting ready to go; must make for some awkward moments around the photocopier.
You really have to wonder if this kind of thing has been going on for a while around the office, though. You know what I mean: suddenly, his lunch order starts coming back wrong when the gang orders take-out. In short order, nobody comes around to ask what JFJ wants for lunch at all and everybody “forgets” to mention that they collectively decided to go for Chinese. Next thing he knows, emails with near-humorous pictures of cats are being forwarded to every inbox but his, and nobody asks him to put a loonie in the lottery ticket pot. It’s all but over but the shouting, man. Please turn in your electronic access tag, and we’re going to need those Post-Its back.