I have to admit that if I started my own company doing the same thing that I'm doing now, I would hire a couple of friends from my current job. I'd have to hire people anyway. I'd rather hire people that I know and trust to do the job right, and who I know are on the same page as I am. I wouldn't dismantle the place that I'm working now, but if you are going to start something, you need the foundation in place.
I think that at least a couple of my friends would come with me because I'd be giving them higher positions than they have now. I'd be taking people who aren't on the top right now, and putting them in the top in my new company.
Taking a couple of people from the middle isn't going to hurt the current company. That's what happening here. Those couple of people in the middle are replaceable. How many of you had even heard of the capologist? He's not gutting the Wings. He's giving people new opportunities. Those people can be replaced. People move around a lot. Detroit has people like Stevie who stay here forever. This is not the norm. Most people have moved at some point in their career.
I can't help but feel like you're attacking me there. Sorry that I only like to see the Wings win the Stanley Cup, and really don't care who wins otherwise (not that I don't like watching it, I just don't have an opinion one way or another). Sorry to offend you so badly. I guess I can't make a comment saying that a thread like "please chicago win the stanley cup" is best reserved for a Hawks forum (being a rival fan, making a rival comment). I guess poking a little fun at you guys that want Philly or the Hawks to win is also a bad thing (like by saying it makes me sick). Some of you fellas on here need to lighten up a little bit.
It is odd to see a thread with that title on a Wings forum. Unfortunately, there are those who feel that they can tell the rest of us who we can or can't root for, and how our choice determines the depth of our love for the Wings.
Sorry for any bad thoughts I sent your way. Since you're not one of those, I'll go back and give you a +. Pax?
Nobody has any right to say who people can root for or how this reflects on the depth of their Wings fanship.
I could sit here and doubt how anyone could be a true Wings fan and still want to see Pronger lift the Cup. If they have to ask why, they're not a real fan ( )
I have my reasons for cheering for the Blackhawks this time, and none of them have anything that has any bearing on my being a Wings fan.
The Wings won't win the Cup this year. Get over it, people.
There are only two teams left, and I can't stand either of them. On one hand, there is Pronger, who I hate second only to Claude. On the other hand, there is Toews, who is a UND boy and from people I've talked to from there (including a former hockey player), that kid is nothing but a good guy.
Butt-fugly-en is from Minnesota, which is located really close to home for me as well.
Those are small reasons compared to the personal reason I am rooting for the Blackhawks: Grab a cup of coffee. This could get long.
In the summer of 2008, my dad was sick. He came very close to dying twice. He spent the summer in three hospitals getting tests, getting inconclusive results, getting more tests... Some of the tests were painful; others were unpleasant. Through it all, he kept his spirits up. When things would get bad, he'd say, "Well, at least we won the Cup." It may sound stupid, but it kept him going.
He was a Detroit boy through and through. He followed his teams back when there were only three channels on the tv, and no internet. He couldn't afford magazines or Detroit newspapers or things like that, so he kept up through word of mouth from friends who were still back in The D.
Do you have any idea how happy that man was in 1997? He had waited since his childhood to see them win that Cup again.
In January of 2009, we went to see the Wings play the Wild. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and it was the last time I got to do anything with him. He died of a heart attack a month later.
The joy that he got from the Wings winning the Cup got him through that summer of tests and hospitalization, all for nothing as it was unrelated to what actually killed him.
Now I have a friend whose dad went through what my dad did. Fortunately for my friend, her dad doesn't have a history of heart problems, so his outcome should be better than my dad's. Her dad almost died last summer. He's from the Chicago area, and a life-long Hawks fan. His daughter is a Wings fan, and he cheered for her team in the years that his team was out and her team was in. She is now returning the favour.
I'm cheering for the Hawks for my friend's dad, and by extention, my dad's memory. When I hear about her dad, I can't help but think of my own. They have a close relationship like I did with my dad. The pain of missing him is sometimes unbearable despite my solid belief that I will see him again someday. Knowing how much I miss my dad, it makes it extra special when a friend has that sort of close relationship with her dad, and is able to cherish the experiences that I did with my dad. I want her to see the joy in her dad's eyes that I saw in my dad's eyes four times.
Those things are more important than who elbowed whom in 2007, or who has sucky fans that yell stupid things about other cities.
I realize that every team in the league could come up with a story like this about a fan who has had a rough time who they would like to "win it for", but this is my story, and my friend's.
You may root for whomever you please, but this is where I stand, and I will stand here as a true die-hard Wings fan, and you can not change that.
I once tried to jump in a river by the base of a dam. I won't go into details, but let's just say that had I not been stopped, I wouldn't be typing this today. My sister, who is now being treated for mental illness also tried to kill herself.
Neither of us may be special to any of you out there in internetland, but we're pretty darn special to each other, and to our family. I'm still convinced that when I die few will note nor little care that I am gone, but that doesn't mean that I haven't touched a few lives in my corner of the world. No matter how worthless we may think ourselves to be, we have a place and purpose here even if we don't see it. It behooves us to use that chance that we get to live for as much good as possible.
Cheers to Ron MacLean and the others who saved this man. I don't know how many of you have ever watched someone die, but you just can't help but want to help, even if you can't do anything that effects the end result.
To all the guys who are questioning whether or not Cindy is good looking: Yes, he is- if you're a teenage girl.
If Cindy had a great personality, carried himself well, was gracious in defeat and humble in victory, and if he was allowed to make a name for himself based on his performance rather than having his name hyped every thirty seconds by a announcers who seem to find the sound of it to be an erotic experience, maybe- just maybe - he would achieve the status that they are trying to force upon him.