"We got more gongs than the break-dancing robot that caught on fire".
The fiasco up in Edmonton has reached epic, and embarrassingly public proportions with Lowe's most recent confessions to the media.
"We spent a lot of time at this. Our inability to attract guys. What is it? The city? Me? What's the statement?"
Not to kick a wounded man when he's down but, yes Kevin, it's you. You've almost singlehandedly torn a storied franchise down to the level of a third-rate after-thought organization. Your brethren are suddenly the Phoenix Coyotes and Columbus Blue Jackets of the world.
Some Stars seek escape, others are needlessly spurned. Departing players are thrown under the bus in the media. Grandiose moves are promised and back-up goaltenders are signed in their wake. It's all become a shit-show during a shit-storm.
To me, Lowe's quotes in the Jones piece read like a spurned teen aged girls tearful "he-said, she-said" account:
"He said he really liked me. I thought we were falling in love, maybe. But then I saw him with Jenny Flynt at the mall and...*sniffle* they were all, like, laughing and holding hands and whatever. Why would he do that? Is it something I did?"
As Matt says, loser talk. And it's pretty damn pathetic.
Course, as a Flames fan, I extract a measure of morbid glee from all the failure and anguish emanating from up north (for the latter, look here, here , here, and here). However, I've also experienced a twinge of empathy for the enemy through the last 6 months of their Job-like tribulations. Sure, I enjoy watching the Oilers lose and suck - but not quite like this. It doesn't feel right; unfair even. And the Edmonton fans, as much as I wish them continued misery, are passionate and knowledgeable and they don't deserve the pain wrought upon them by an incompetent and emasculated management.
So long, Kevin. We can all plainly see it's a comb-over.
