Hello. Today’s post comes to you in the form of a rant.
Let me tell you a story called “one time I watched two feuding Southern families meet and it was less ridiculous than Bill Daly petulantly stating the NHL’s refusal to meet with the NHLPA.”
That’s it; that’s the story. When I was growing up my family lived on an acre of land owned by one family. The acres of farmland around us were owned by the other. Those folks met up with shotguns and there was less, to borrow a Bidenism, malarkey than there’s been from the NHL.
I am very pro-labor. That’s just how I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand that the NHL needs to negotiate aggressively. Obviously they have to; if they didn’t try to make money, they wouldn’t be a successful organization.
There is a different, however, between aggressive negotiation and outright petulance. If the NHLPA wants to meet, NHL, here are some useful responses:
- Sure. What time?
- Sure. Here are some things we’d like to discuss.
- Sure. We need to have this on the agenda, though.
- Sure. But be aware, our position hasn’t changed.
Recognize a common thread in all that? YEAH.
I don’t even have anything to say at this point. I am nearly at the end of my rope. If the whole season was cancelled that would be one thing, but we’re inching more and more towards cancellation on the backs of a bunch of disingenuous fake-willingness-to-negotiate bull. I’m done with anything but fantasizing about my mother smacking the NHL with a wooden spoon until all of them stop being such absolute children.
Grow up, NHL. Just…grow up.