True story: Before free July 1st I wanted to write a post entitled Please Pens Nation, Let’s Not Be THAT Girl. It was to go over all the reasons we should keep a stiff upper lip if/when Marion Hossa took his career enhancing time with the Penguins and traded it for serious coin. It’s his right. He deserved to do whatever he wants and we had no reason to be upset.
But after today, I’m sorry. I gotta be THAT girl.
You can’t pull that kind of shit and not get a reaction, with a sly wink to Doubt About It’s post today, we will delve into exactly why.
So let’s start skipping meals, posting deliberately slutty pictures on Facebook and deploy an all out campaign to blow as many of his friends as possible: let’s get crazy ladies.
• First, this isn’t about the team. We’ll be fine. We expected to lose Hossa. As DAI pointed out, the only time we will see the Detroit Red Wings when a game matters is in the Stanley Cup Finals, which we’d all agree would be delightful. Sid, Geno, Flower and Staal are our core and will be until the wheels fall off.
This is about the way it went down.
• ONE YEAR? ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED? In all honesty, are you engaging in intercourse with the mentally disabled? Because that would explain why you had one opportunity that completely addressed all the needs on your checklist, but instead decided to spurn it for a situation where one errant knee on knee hit essentially takes $70 MILLION off the table. Forever.
• We were the backup? The fucking BACKUP? The IF the Red Wings can’t offer me table scraps then I guess I’ll take your offer plan? Our guys are younger! Our best player isn’t the guy who almost won MVP last season! Our third line center almost won a playoff game… on the road… in Philly… when everyone else played like shit. Flower is going to go into next season on the heels of a career making performance and a resurrection that even the staunchest believers had doubts about. Seriously, dude. Seriously. Seriously.
• The Pens have a legit chance (possibly now more than ever) to come in under the radar next season. They aren’t the buzz team like Tampa will be. If the Pens kept Hossa they’d still be a team that fell short. MAF is an injury-free season away from completely having his perennial Question Mark tag removed by the media. But most importantly, they aren’t the Stanley Cup champions. Ask the Ducks how easy defending the title is in the new NHL.
The Hurricanes won in 2006 and haven’t been back to the playoffs since despite playing in a shit house division.
I know both these teams had their reasons for not making it. Point is, two-time champions are rare.
• The Chicago Blackhawks. End of sentence.
• The Chicago Blackhawks. Beginning of new sentence because I’m running out of steam. You are looking to win a cup THIS coming season. You look at two teams in two devisions and you pick the one where the team you’re joining is NOT clearly considered to be the future perennial leader. NOT the one whose division rival just wrote the name Rosival on a $20 million contract.
The one whose major issues in a breakout season were defense and goaltending and the DAY BEFORE YOU SIGNED inked the best D-man on the market and a highly capable goaltender. NOT the one whose cross-state rival traded the one player that murdered the Pens to Columbus.
The one who has two players entering their second year in the league after blockbuster rookie campaigns. You want to know who would be a great person to ask about how good they’ll be? The two guys who you won’t be playing with any more. Oh yeah, by the way, the last winner in OUR division just signed two forwards from when they won the cup back in the fucking 90s. They also threw some seed money at a rogue California scientist by the name of Emmit Brown who is doing some very interesting research into automotive-facilitated breeching of the space/time continuum.
• Tomas Kopecky. What the fuck are you doing listening to Tomas Kopecky?
This is the only conversation you should have been having:
Sidney: Hey Mar Mar…
Hossa: Yeah.
Sidney: We should play together. You know, I’ll pass you the puck. You pass me the puck. We can go on the power play. You can get the puck from Geno or Gonch. I don’t care.
It’ll be fun.
Hossa: Okay. (signs cap-friendly contract, avoids earned dick bag label)
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IN SUMMATION: Jump in a river and die. Besides, Naslund’s cuter! (starts to tear up) (makes a big scene in leaving the party while walking by as many people as possible) (check to make sure everyone if aware of crying) (waits for sympathy)