Brendan Shanahan, you are nothing more than Gary Bettman’s *****. You’ve sold out to The Agenda and you’re wrapped in a soiled nighty made of hypocrisy.
How do you spew the wholesome all year? How do you get in front of the cameras where you’ve always pined to be and literally claim that head shots are the number 1 priority of your office…and then fine Shea Weber $2,500 for what he did, with two hands, to Hank Zetterberg’s head?
When Shanahan was directed by the midget commissioner, the absolute worst in all of sports, to swallow hard and continue the Anti-Wing campaign Bettman’s soaped himself in for more than a decade, he should have quit. He knew it. We know it. Everyone in hockey (fans, writers, execs) all know it: this decision was as laughable as it was predictable.Continue reading "Sale of Shanny’s Soul Is Final"