Part 2: Pushing the Panic Button
“Oh, quiet you. If you’re honestly buying that, you’ve been fooled. We are currently (as we have been) being stunted by incompetent management and under-performing players. This is happening, year after year, and no one is doing anything about it. It’s time to-
“Don’t say it!”
“It’s time to push the panic button.”
Lightning strikes in the background. Glasses tip ov- oh wait. Uh, a hurricane roars in the background. Glasses tip over, and people are screaming. Something big is taking place. An age-long debate is occurring. Is it time to push the panic button? The bartender, who rarely speaks looks into the direction of the two men. The bartender proceeds to talk.
“The panic button you say?”
The original speaker rises.
“The panic button!”
The bartender walks over to this mysterious man. His strange black jersey possesses a strange resemblance to a droopy rose, thinks the bartender.
“So… what do you mean by, the panic button?”
“Well the Carolina Hurricanes-”
“Hockey!”
A disappointed murmur arises from the rest of the crowd, and the roar of the hurricane subsides. Increasingly angry, black jersey guy turns back to his comrade.
“Look. I don’t want to sound like an old traditionalist here, but these decade-long rebuilds just don’t work. Look what this brilliant rebuilding pla
n brought the Edmonton Oilers. This is the fate of our team. A bottom-dweller, who remains a bottom-dweller, pretending we’re rebuilding in an invalid attempt to please our shrinking fanbase.”
“You make a good point.”