|Maybe he can regrow the 'stache now that he doesn't have to be all coachy and shit.|
Which leads us to 11:45 AM today. I rejoiced the day Dale Hunter was appointed coach of the Washington Capitals, and I have rejoiced even more every single day since about April 2. Dale Hunter, a Caps hero whose number sits in the fucking rafters for reasons best evidenced by the videos accompanying the linked post, turned around a team that hated itself (and with good reason). Dale Hunter took a team that would've never made the playoffs with the fat man at the helm, and made it earn the seventh seed in the playoffs. Dale Hunter was at the helm, in fact, for all of the things I cited here yesterday.
Today was breakdown day for the 2011-2012 Caps, and Dale Hunter chose to go home to his family and his other business interests. There are people who fault him. They're dicks. There are people who fault George McPhee (a consummate hockey management guy), the general manager who hired him knowing that it might be temporary. They're dicks. There are still people who are whinging about their ungrateful point of view that the season was somehow a failure. They're ignorant fucking dicks who should go pay attention to something else.
Dale Hunter salvaged something for the Caps' season; of course, it was the players who salvaged the season, but Hunter's system, Hunter's passion, Hunter's drive, Hunter's will pushed them into salvaging what smelled like an actual failure. It's like I said yesterday; if, by now, nearly 48 hours after game 7, you feel anything other than gratitude toward anyone on the Capitals, you're a fucking piece of shit and you should, seriously, shut the fucking fuck up and go be a fan of something or someone else.
It's breakdown day. There are Capitals I want gone. Dale Hunter was not among them, but like any sane person, I respect his choice and remain grateful that he did us the favor of six months of coaching. Thanks, Dale.