Count me out
I'm sorry, but I don't want a 28-game season. I don't want to invest time watching the NHL hastily clump together back-to-back Monday and Tuesday night games between the Nashville Predators and Columbus Blue Jackets, nor do I want to see someone score 32 points to win the Art Ross Trophy or 17 goals for the Maurice Richard. At that pace, Steve Sullivan's late-season hot streak could have qualified him for either award. Now, as much as I like Sullivan, should his name — or any other such player who happens to have a hot streak — grace (or disgrace) these trophies? No, no they should not.
Unlike many others who bleat like shaven sheep for the season to begin, I don't want the NHL this year. Seriously, flush it down, and we can all get back to what we were doing anyway.
And, Mario, don't go to the joke of the tournament that the World Championships will become.
UPDATE I realize that none of this matters as the season will be cancelled, but I'd like to score a moral victory and allow people to realize this crummy version of a season isn't much to cry over. Our national past time has become a joke.