I was thinking about writing a post about the death of Bill Wirtz, owner of the Chicago Blackhawks, mainly to celebrate the fact that he — and his spectacular record of failure — won’t be around to screw up that team any more.
But then I remembered: I don’t care about hockey any more. Due largely to the efforts of Mr. Wirtz.
So instead I’ll link to WirtzSucks.com, where you can read all about it, if you care to.
But I will leave you with this: the more I read about the NHL and the way it’s been managed since expansion in 1967, the more convinced I am that this league was run by a bunch of turf-protecting control freaks who had no interest in protecting the integrity of the game itself. For instance, who was the genius that decided that all the new 1967 teams would go into the new Western Conference, thereby guaranteeing that the real championship would be the Eastern Conference Final, followed by a ridiculous blowout against the Little Sisters of the Poor in the Cup final? DUH.