In the Mouth of the Wolf

A Canadian team drafts a guy, hands him the keys to the franchise, builds the roster around him, gives him the captaincy, bends over backward to keep him happy, pays him an absurd amount of money, and treats him like the centre of the hockey universe. Then, after years of being marketed as the heart-and-soul leader, suddenly the market is too loud, the taxes are too high, the fans care too much, the media asks too many questions, and everyone is supposed to feel bad for the poor millionaire who has to play hockey in a city that actually gives a damn.

It is pathetic.

These players want the worship, the captaincy, the commercials, the contract, the organizational control, and the hero treatment, but the second that loyalty comes with pressure, scrutiny, or accountability, they start looking for the nearest soft landing in a sunbelt market where nobody will bother them after a three-game losing streak. Canadian teams are expected to develop them, promote them, protect them, and make them rich, only for the same players to turn around and act like the fanbase is some unbearable burden because people expect their franchise player to actually act like a franchise player.

it feels like the league is drifting into this ugly pattern where captains and cornerstone stars treat long-suffering markets like temporary inconvenience stops on the way to somewhere easier. Fine. Players have rights. They can chase comfort, weather, taxes, family, privacy, whatever they want.

But Spare everyone the Martyr act.

If you take the money, wear the letter, and let an organization build itself around you, then do not act victimized when people expect loyalty, leadership, and results.

That is the job. That is what the money is for. If you want all the benefits of being a superstar without any of the pressure, then just say that. But do not blame the fans for caring too much when their only crime was believing you were actually committed to the team you were more than happy to let build everything around you.

When the story usually is ‘I was forced/shoved/put into figure skating and I hated it/it was okay and then I saw hockey and forced/begged my family to put me in that instead.

It’s rarely ever ‘oh yeah I love figure skating and thought it was great, but I tried hockey and fell in love!’

I get how the figure skating could be an interesting factoid on the men’s side, but on the women’s side it’s just like ‘hey you were a girl and they weren’t going to put you into hockey, so to be on the ice you got figure skating and had to figure out a way to get to hockey. Isn’t that so funny you are a girl playing hockey now instead? Weird. Anyways super cool! Did you know you could have chosen the normal girl activity instead?’

Like it’s super weird and I hate it.

second base: torture