I dunno if you were being serious with the last line, but I actually love the Avs secrecy.
Not knowing what they do keeps things kind of exciting. I like the way Sherman runs things, except for the tough contract negotiations(and even that is ok to an extent).
Yeah, count me in for that. I love an organization that feels it has absolutely ZERO accountability with the fans who pay for tickets, merchandise, and watch on TV and listen on the radio. I love the fact that they treat their organization like a black box, or an information roach motel, and won't so much as answer legitimate questions from fans and the media as to what direction the team is going, or if there even IS a direction.
But hey, it keeps things suspenseful and unpredictable. We can't for a moment let ourselves get attached to a single player in this organization because POOF, they could be gone tomorrow. It's as if the organization looked at the way J.J. Abrams runs Bad Robot, where spoilers go to die, and said "Y'know, we could really **** with our fans if we did things that way. Let's do it!"
Yep. I love the fact that I have no idea who's really running the show in Colorado, much like we never knew who No. 1 was in "The Prisoner." So much so I bet the guy we end up drafting yells "I AM NOT A LOTTERY PICK I AM A FREE MAN!!!!"
It's a mysterious, shadowy organization with conspiracy theories abounding. And all run by an old fat man with a bionic knee who never shows his face. This is classic Bond villain material. I hope Pierre shows up at his next press conference with a Persian cat in tow. Oh...wait, WHAT press conference!? Silly me...
Yes, I also love the fact that our GM was dragged kicking and screaming into the light like a vampire (not a Twilight vampire, because Sherman isn't sparkly like Sakic) to face the media through gritted teeth following the O'Reilly offer sheet debacle. A debacle where we even managed to hear from O'Reilly, his agent, and even his dad, but absolutely NOTHING from the Avalanche until it was too late. They even managed to make their official press releases sound embittered. And sure enough, Sherman's back in his coffin, only coming around to suck the lifeblood out of whatever hapless intern is in charge of running the team's lifeless Twitter feed, the Twitter feed that just posted that Jan Hejda is leading the Avalanche defense with a whopping seven points. SEVEN POINTS!!!!!
Never mind that none of those points are a goal...SEVEN POINTS!!!
I suppose I really should love the way the Avalanche run things, because, really, how in hell to I have the right to demand where my hard-earned dollar goes whenever I buy a jersey or a ticket, since I hand a lot more money than that to Uncle Sam every year and none of us sure as hell know where that money goes, amirite?
So thank you, Avalanche, thank you for keeping me in the dark all these years. Thank you for rolling out an inferior product year after year after year and being seemingly oblivious to the suffering of your fans. And thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for showing me how an organization can go with no identity or face and yet still manage to make themselves a media circus with a major contract dispute that lasts two months into the season.
I may get an infraction for this...but it's all in good fun.