Continuing their less than noteworthy negotiations, the owners and players met up for an informal lunch on Saturday. What is an informal lunch for the upper class? Generic brand escargot that is slightly more than a day old, domestic wine from the current year, in a location that can hardly be described as five stars. Probably four and a half, tops. The side dishes were probably either lobster or steak, but not both, budget cutbacks. The owners and players probably only brought their B-list girlfriends and drove in last year's Benz.
Anyway, in what probably looked like the Upper Crust version of a high school cafeteria, with all the owners sitting at one table, the players at another, and Sean Avery serving food and washing dishes, they came to the decision to meet again, an agreement which just sounds like it started off with a decision to make a decision or something ludicrous. This is a most ultimate test of trial, tribulation, and tolerance. May the rewards of a shortened season and debilitated players be worth this financial game of chicken.
Anyway, in what probably looked like the Upper Crust version of a high school cafeteria, with all the owners sitting at one table, the players at another, and Sean Avery serving food and washing dishes, they came to the decision to meet again, an agreement which just sounds like it started off with a decision to make a decision or something ludicrous. This is a most ultimate test of trial, tribulation, and tolerance. May the rewards of a shortened season and debilitated players be worth this financial game of chicken.
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