Hockey related revenue. Make whole. Decertification. Disclaimer of interest. Meet in secret places. Common ground. Mediation. Words and terms that we are all becoming very familiar with instead of upper or lower body injury, forechecking, skates like the wind, shootout, and he’s a monster (for you Pierre McGuire fanatics).
The roller coaster of my emotions have been well documented recently either here on this site, Twitter, or our Facebook fan page. The talks between the NHL and the NHLPA that occured last week have finally sent me to a place where I said I could never imagine going. I have now reached the point of no return. That place is on a hill. Not really, but I wanted to get some mileage out of that, and figured my soapbox is a way to do it. I’ve accepted the fact that we likely won’t have hockey this season. I’ve accepted the fact that this battle of millionaires versus billionaires is going no place fast. I’ve accepted the fact that no matter what I say, how much I miss it, how much I want it back, it doesn’t matter. To anyone.
We’ve heard all the rhetoric. “We” are close to a deal”. That there’s no way it can’t be settled if we can just agree on a few things. Blah, blah, blah. Face it. I’m not 17, nor am I 25 or 30. I’m a bit older, and a bit wiser (at least I say I am), and am no longer going to act like this is the only thing that I live for. Because for the past 80 plus days, of which should have been filled with hockey, I have survived. I’m not dead, suicidal, or having convulsions because there’s no NHL hockey.