The Molson brothers are the new owners of the Montreal Canadiens. I speak for most of the fans when I say I’m glad that Quebecor’s owner Pierre Karl Péladeau didn’t get his paws on the team.
You might say I’m a little harsh, but think about it.
When Habs GM Bob Gainey hired new head coach Jacques Martin a few weeks ago, Péladeau publicly criticized him and said that Gainey should have waited until a new owner was chosen.
That comment proved that he doesn’t know how the world of hockey works.
Maybe Péladeau wanted to put himself behind the bench. Think about it: player performs poorly? Player goes on a lockout. I know that was a cheap shot.
And this guy wanted to buy the Habs?
And What about Youppi, the team mascot? We don’t have to see this bright orange loveable character change his fur color to black and gold to resemble the colors of Videotron.
With Péladeau not being able to buy the team, Canadiens fans avoided the following:
- We won’t see Habs players in Quebecor’s horrible reality TV shows like Occupation Double or even worse, have their personal lives in the tabloid magazines.
- No Canadiens de Montreal Academie where each week the TV audience vote by phone and decides who’ll be cut from the roster before the start of the season (50 cents per call)
- We won’t see singers from Star Academie sing the National anthems before the game.
- We won’t see Julie Snyder trying to speak English while interviewing the non francophone players.
- We won’t have to listen the so called expert commentators between periods talking how much the Habs are better off with Péladeau as an owner instead of talking about the game itself.
I wonder what was the reaction of the Journal de Montreal employees who are currently in a lockout when they heard that Péladeau didn’t get to buy the Habs? Most of them probably did what I did. Drank a Molson beer.
Mr. Péladeau might think this is a bad dream and that he’ll wake up and his phone will ring announcing that he’s the new owner. Unfortunately for him that won’t be happening.
It’s time to go to bed, Mr. Péladeau, your phone won’t be ringing anytime soon.
We can sleep well now. La Sainte Flanelle is one business he won’t be putting his hands on.
Thank goodness for that.