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Monday, February 27, 2012

TRADE STORY

We have worked hard with WikiLeaks to obtain a copy of the confidential written presentation General Manager Pierre Gauthier has prepared for the GM's in the league for trade deadline day.


My fellow General Managers,

I submit to you my list of available players that I would like you to consider today, the last day we can all make a super deal together. I am offering you these players with tremendous sadness, as I not have yet  spoken to anyone of them during their stay with the team. I hear they are very pleasant people and that some are wonderful cooks. I love bouillabaisse, you know this. I wish these players and I had enjoyed a nice bouillabaisse together.

So here we go.




Mr. Campoli was one of my best signings ever. He was supposed to fill that all-important role of 11th defenseman on our team and motivate Alexei Emelin to learn English, French. He will be very missed as he has helped our coaches exercise their ability to provide excuses to healthy scratches. The last one Mr. Cunneyworth gave Mr. Campoli was great: Sorry, Chris, because of the full moon, I need more defensemen born in March on the ice tonight.



Monsieur Cole was my biggest mistake and I am ashamed of this. We will offer you Monsieur Cole and in exchange all I ask is for one of you to give up tickets to a Justin Bieber concert wherever the show may be. I just want to see Justin Bieber.


Monsieur Darche may have the best hands in the entire NHL and we know you'll all give us your best offer to get your hands on him. For this reason, as we know demand will be high and we don't want to down our fax lines, I ask that you only submit your offers for Mister Darche between 1 and 1:06 p.m. today.



Monsieur Desharnais is a towering might. I asked our coach Jacques Martin to bring him into the line up to create more space for our forwards and bring in the intimidation factor. He makes our team fearless, and I know you'll appreciate this shoe-in UFC-like dynamo. He's so tall he can pee on Zdeno Chara's head and he doesn't even have to stand on his tippy toes.







We ask that you take a good look at Madame Diaz and Madame Eller. It has been brought to my attention that Monsieur Diaz and Monsieur Eller have had difficulty concentrating on their game as a result of their significant others' political allegiances to mainstream Danish and Swiss ideologies. Now hear this. WE WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS FORM OF EXTREMISM. There is no place for such brutality in the club de Hockey Canadien. We would package both of these women for Carey Underwood.



Monsieur Emelin is a distraction to our team as he is way too outspoken with our local media. We cannot accept this but I am sure your players will enjoy his verbose ways. Not to mention the best knock-knock jokes I may have ever heard and a dead-on impersonation of Betty White.




Monsieur Gorges was recently signed to a 23-year 67-million dollar a season contract. We feel that he fit perfectly with our corporate profiling of defensemen with non existing anterior cruciate ligaments. But our medical staff in Guatemala has assured us that a certain Mr. Someone with this same problem is about to make a comeback and so we feel that it would be wrong to steal that special Mr. Someone's thunder.



You may be shocked that I am making Monsieur Kaberle available so soon after having signed what I consider to be the best defenseman ever to wear a Canadiens jersey. He has single handedly revived our multi dimensional power play. His performance on a recent goal was legendary as he attempted to halt a puck with his uncanny ability to watch it float by him.


I'm sorry she's off the market - she has begged me to send her off to Nashville because she's in love with her brother-in-law and finally wants to confess her feelings. Awkward!!




I have no love lost for this player. He has no courage, no will to win and purposely crashes into stanchions during games. He has no consideration for his vertebrae and I can't respect a person who doesn't respect vertebrae. Zero scoring skills, zero strength, VERY LIMITED skating ability, and hands which would make that Edward guy in the Tim Burton movie jealous.




I would be tempted to call Monsieur Plekanec "Madame" because he himself says he plays like a little girl. He does. A little girl who can't play hockey. Mister Plekanec looks weird, with that red nose and blue face. He looks like a confused maple leaf on this picture. He would fit right in, Toronto.


I know this will be the hardest deal to make so please stay with me, my fellow general managers. Monsieur Price has no hockey IQ, we all know this. But his knowledge of country music is unparalleled. He knows Travis Tritt's entire discography. That's unbelievable. He can't hold a goalie stick but he can play the shit out of a banjo. He has no idea what a butterfly is on the ice, but he can play the entire soundtrack to Madame Butterfly with a harmonica. Monsieur Price is yeeehaaaw good.


Monsieur Subban is always frowning and demoralizes our team. Look at him, a huge downer. Please take him and give me any player willing to flash his pearly whites. Monsieur Subban spends most of his time in the dressing room discussing the process of enriching plutonium. He chews my ears off about the complexity of the Dodd-Frank act. It's so annoying. We think Mister Subban will be a good fit on a team that is looking to slow the pace on the back end because we've seen Jessica Tandy skate quicker from one blue line to the other. You must take caution that should you take Monsieur Subban, you must also have a player on your team willing to be on the receiving end of jokes involving saran wrap and toilet bowls, and  awkward triple lo-fives.



Our best player. Will only accept Mr. Ovechkin or Mr. Malkin in return, a first round pick for the drafts through 2043 and a signed copy of a Mister Mister album.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Pierre Gauthier Weighs in on Peyton Manning


Indianapolis Colts owner Jim Irsay was watching the Super Bowl in his private lodge last night when an unusual figure came storming in.

Pierre Gauthier: Mr. Irsay! I came as fast as I could.

Irsay: Who the hell are you?

Gauthier: Mr. Irsay my name is Mr. Gauthier. I'm the general manager of the Montreal Canadiens.

Irsay: What the hell are you doing here? I think you can see I'm a bit busy.

Gauthier: Mr. Irsay, I know the situation you're in. I've been there and I can help you through it.

Irsay: Can someone tell me what in heaven's meadows this lip quivering quail is talking about?

Gauthier: Mr. Irsay it's about Mr. Manning. He's just so great. 

Irsay: Of course he's great, it's why he's in the Super Bowl that I'm trying to watch. Now would you mind...

Gauthier: No, no, you think I'm talking about Mr. Manning. I mean Mr. Manning.

Irsay: Can someone please throw this fumbling clown off this here ledge and let me enjoy this damn game?

Gauthier: Mr. Irsay let me explain. I too had to decide if I would sign my best player to a contract despite his uncertain medical condition.

Irsay: I'm listening.

Gauthier: Take for example my player, Mr. Markov. He had 2 torn ACL's, a slashed left ankle, bursitis, arthritis, migraines in his toes, chicken pox and earlobe polio. 

Irsay: Woooo! Sounds bad. Whatchya do about it?

Gauthier: The only thing I could do. I signed him to a 17.25-million dollar 3-year contract.

Irsay: You did what?
Gauthier: Listen, Mr. Irsay, I checked the x-rays myself. Now I've never been to medical school, I never even played a doctor on TV but I think it's safe to say that if you look at a guy's x-rays and you can see bones, you've got a sure thing on your hands.

Irsay: But what did team doctors say?

Gauthier: Who? So, so it's like I said.  You gotta take a look at Mr. Manning's x-rays. If you see bones, you're good.

Irsay: I'm gonna have to pay Peyton a 25-million dollar bonus on March 8 if I want to keep him.

Gauthier: That's crazy!!! I would have killed for that kind of bargain. Now you have to do it.

Irsay: Are you sure you're feelling alright son? Do you understand how banged up my Peyton is? Do you know what a one level cervical neck fusion is? 

Gauthier: Can't be as bad as the paper cut I had last week. Man that thing hurt!!! I'd never sign a player with a history of paper cuts! 

Irsay: The guy broke his neck and had surgery on it and he plays in the National Football League.

Gauthier: Sounds to me like you hit the jackpot! It's like Mr. Santa came early!

Irsay: What if he plays and breaks his neck again and never walks again, let alone play football.

Gauthier: Then you sign him to an extension.

Irsay: What?!

Gauthier: That's freaky luck and you don't mess around with that kind of karma. You get to the hospital and you sign him to an extension right there on the hospital bed.

Irsay: This is nuts. 

Gauthier: Look, Mr Irsay, it's like my Mr. Dad always said: "Son, you were never my favourite child."

Irsay: What's going on now with your guy Markaff or Morkoff or whatever.

Gauthier: Mr. Markov? Oh he's doing great. He hasn't played a single game in nearly 2 years, he just had another surgery on his knee that may cancel out this season. He's waaaay ahead of schedule. But that's not the best thing. You know what the best thing is?

Irsay: I don't wanna know.

Gauthier: It's an incentive loaded contract.

Irsay: Oh,...well that's smart.

Gauthier: Yup! If Mr. Markov doesn't play all year that 10-million dollar disability clause kicks in!!!!

Irsay: SECURITY!!!!!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Reporting Live from Sunny Isles Florida - The Ocean is Wetter on the other side of the ...um..Ocean

The sales taxes in Quebec goes up another point in a couple of days.

An elephant in Africa just gained another 10 pounds.

The Habs may lose yet another game tonight.

And we're here in Florida in beautiful balmy weather and could not care less if what is already a bad situation gets worse.

It's amazing what distance will bring: perspective.

Put in perspective the fact that every time I venture out to buy a carton of milk on a January day in Montreal several of these plausible scenarios may occur:

  • I may slip on the ice covering my front steps and break important vertebras in my back
  • I may spend about 90 minutes unbinding the windshield wipers that have been encased in a solid block of ice
  • I may skid into a parked car on my way to the corner store which is a 5-minute drive from home
  • I will pay a sub-total of 1.25$ for the carton of milk plus 76.43$ in sales tax
  • I will crash into a small dog on my drive back home
  • The dog owner won't be able to sue me for more than 11$ because you can't get shit out of the courts anymore
  • the plaintiff/dog owner will have spent 65,000$ in legal fees to win the 11$
  • I'll have gained the court's sympathy because of the collapse of another bridge on my car on my way to court
  • I'll wait for about 23 hours languishing in an emergency room to fix my broken hand
  • I'll get C-dif waiting in the ER
  • The doctors in scanning my hand will have found strange spots - in fearing a cancer diagnosis, they send me for a scan
  • I am told there is a 7-year wait for scans in Quebec
  • Revenue Quebec taxes my 11$ court award and I'm left with 67 cents
My point? We spend hours on end worrying about the Habs when there are much larger fish to fry. It's cold, and damp and expensive and corrupt and hard to go through. And our government knows we spend our time and money obsessing over this bunch of millionaires. Sneak a peak at an ER in Quebec on game nights. On playoff nights I hear the hospitals are closed.

It's nice to get away from it all, grab some sun and the vitamin E we are so severely deprived of 8 months out of the year and enjoy the condo on the beach that will be foreclosed in a few weeks.