Admission of Irresolution
Ok, I got excited when I heard that there may be a breakthrough in the NHL labor dispute. Damn my weak moral character! I passed being pissed off and upset about the whole ordeal a long time ago and settled into a nice contemplative apathy. Until Trinity sent me links about the impending "official" doom of the season I hadn't really thought about it much. When I read those articles the other day; however, my hackles were newly hoisted and my righteous indignation revived. After I ranted about it I felt refreshed and settled and as far as I was concerned they could all go fuck themselves and I'd go play World of Warcraft. Assholes.
Then I read that both sides have made major concessions. Despite the addendum that they're still bickering and that it would take another miracle on top of the first to save the season I got excited. Almost giddy. I didn't want to, but I did. At least briefly. Now I'm sighing deeply again in frustration asking why they couldn't have done this over last summer or, hell, why not started the process a few years ago when they knew it was coming up. For no other reason than, you know, saving the league or maybe thinking of the peasants whose livelihoods depend on the hockey season. But no, they're egotistical cretins.
I've allowed myself to get excited, because I'm a whore and I want my hockey. But if those schmucks think I'm going to like them, or something, when they come back they've got another thing coming. I'll watch, but I'm going to grimace a lot…mark my words! Deep down I don't think anything is going to happen, it's too late, too little and the damage is done. My only hope is that the league can survive this. Jeremy Roenick made this comment, "…he feared for the league's future if the season is canceled." I just wonder if there's more to this statement then just one player's ramblings.