MLSE keeps trotting out losers
Steve Buffery, QMI Agency
|Habs Erik Cole (67) and Max Pacioretty celebrate a second-period goal against the Leafs in the final game of the regular season in Montreal. Leafs failed to make the playoffs for the seventh consecutive season. (QMI AGENCY)
TORONTO - Who was impressed with Larry Tanenbaum’s apology?
Don’t get me wrong. It nice that the MLSE chairman apologized for his team’s continued ineptitude. But in sports, apologizing is the easiest thing in the world to do — particularly if you don’t back it up with action.
Queen’s University marketing professor Ken Wong suggested this week that, in the business world, “letters of apology from a supplier are often accompanied by a more tangible demonstration of contrition: a refund, future credit or discount, something that seeks to show the sincerity of the apology.”
It seems to me that the gang at MLSE have not offered anything tangible, though the company’s COO Tom Anselmi says season ticket holders are welcome to call or email him. (Or get their valets to call or email).
One guy called the Sun office on Thursday to suggest that season ticket holders should launch a class action suit against the Leafs. A bit harsh. But, you know what? I don’t feel sorry for Leafs season ticket holders. I feel sorry for the real fans ... the schmoes who watch the Leafs night in and night out, on the telly. Guys who bleed the Leafs, like my buddy Steve Chalmers, who drives an Airline Limousine all night, tapes the games, and then watches the game first thing in the morning when he gets home. Chalmers was one of the biggest Leafs fan going. But in the last few years, his interest has waned, and if those big shots at MLSE don’t watch out, the day will come when they’ll wake up and discover that Leafs Nation is not what it once was. Guys like Chalmers are starting to bail. The salad days for MLSE are coming to an end.
GUILLEN’S A CRASS ACT
How is it again that Miami Marlins manager Ozzie Guillen still has a job? I asked that very question two years ago and it’s apt today. Forget his comments about Fidel Castro. The guy constantly brings negative attention to the teams he manages and has a track record of blabbering offensive and hurtful things, statements that would get other managers fired. Once, Ozzie said he would have beaten “the (bleep)” out of a young kid who had the gall to ask one of his players for an autograph. The guy’s a crass act.
THROW THE GOOFS IN JAIL
Speaking of clowns, I sincerely hope idiots who run on to the playing field and disrupt ball games, like the goof at the Rogers Centre this week, are thrown into some kind of lockup for a considerable period of time and not just let off with a slap on the wrist. Guys like that should be forced to sit in a holding cell until mommy or daddy finds them a lawyer. As for the fans who cheer these myrons ... pathetic.
DOES CHERRY KNOW ABOUT THIS GUY?
A pet peeve of mine, and some of my pals, are the theatrics that go along with soccer, those athletes who dive and squirm on the pitch every time they get breathed on. But I have to say my attitude towards soccer players changed somewhat this week when I read a piece about Barcelona defender Charles Puyol who, facing temporary ejection from a game because of a cut over his right eye (the result of an elbow to the head), instructed his trainer to close the cut with a stapler. A stapler. Kudos to Charles Puyol. I can just hear Al Pacino screaming, “Puyol!”
WHILE I’M AT IT
The Canadian team for the world ice hockey championship looks pretty good, particularly the forward unit they’ve put together so far — guys like John Tavares, Corey Perry, Jeff Skinner, Evander Kane, Ryan Nugent-Hopkins, Ryan Getzlaf and Jordan Eberle. Pretty deadly lineup. I’m like Yukon Cornelius. I can smell gold.
WEENIE OF THE WEEK
Former Red Sox manager Terry Francona for saying he won’t take part in the team’s 100th anniversary celebration at Fenway Park next Friday. The Red Sox are bigger than one guy’s hurt feelings. Francona should swallow his pride and attend. Maybe if they promise to stock the clubhouse full of beer, he’ll change his mind.