Countdown To Team Seven: Jets Imminent

After three or four days of webmaster laziness, TSN moved their Jets Meter a few notches yesterday and a few more today. As you can see from the image I stole from the TSN website, we’re now sitting a mere three ticks from a seventh NHL team in Canada. You can follow the Jets Meter and read the latest TSN report here. The Winnipeg Free Press has abundant coverage, obviously. And if you want to be sad, you can follow the death watch in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. The paper’s Thrashers section is here. But perhaps you should start with this piece, from which I excerpt:

In his most recent spoken example of the Wile E. Coyote/Acme explosives/NHL public relations disaster, NHL commissioner Gary Bettman somewhat admonished Thrashers fans for not buying tickets to what has been a crummy product for most of their 11 seasons.

Quoting here: “Demonstrating your dissatisfaction by not going to games is an interesting strategy. It’s your absolute right. But if it becomes a turnoff for anybody who might want to buy the franchise, the long-term consequences could be severe.”

Imagine if we applied this philosophy to other aspects in our life.

Buy a new car. If  the doors fall off two blocks down the street, that’s OK. Just make sure you support that dealership by buying another one next year. Eat at a new restaurant. If dinner makes your stomach feel like there are a thousand screaming piranhas in it, that’s OK. Eat there the following week, because you wouldn’t want that restaurant to go out of business. And this time, bring friends!

It sucks when fans lose the team they love, especially when that team’s treated them as badly as the Thrashers has. Don’t blame U.S. hockey apathy for this one. But feel free to blame the NHL for propping up the Coyotes, who were the first choice to move north.

About Stephen Whitworth

Stephen Whitworth is a life-long fan of newspapers and alternative media who got his start in the student press a hundred years ago. He moved to Regina in the fall of 1998 and Prairie Dog recklessly hired him nine months later. It was a terrible mistake and the publication deeply regrets its inability to get rid of him. When Whitworth’s not adding typos to the hard work of Prairie Dog’s many terrific writers, writing hilarious (to him) headlines and finding inventive new ways to make the paper late for its bi-weekly press deadline, he enjoys reading magazines, newspapers and alternative comics, listening to music, playing board games, and drinking and eating. He has a cat and seven pet snakes.

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