Yes, I am disgusted that Lou Lamoriello is holding up a jersey of a team other than the New Jersey Devils. Yes, It makes me want to vomit that he is smiling while doing so. However, this isn't about me, or the breakfast I am about to lose on behalf of this photographic abortion.
This is about what this picture represents. This isn't Lou. This isn't what Lou does. Lou Lamoriello never, and I mean never, has been one to celebrate himself. The age old adage of "play for the logo on the front of the jersey, not the name on the back"? I am pretty sure those were Lou Lamoniello's first words. I'm like 95% certain of it, as a matter of fact. Those words should be trademarked with a little 'LL' at the bottom right every time they are used. I wouldn't be surprised if he got them tattooed on his asscheeks while in a drunken college stupor. That's why watching Lou Lamoriello holding up his own name, while partaking in this shameless, overdone ceremony doesn't sit well with me. It's like breaking up with a long time girlfriend and then seeing her post an Instagram picture of herself hiking with the new guy she is seeing. Bitch, you don't hike. Who the fuck are you kidding? Don't change who you are to satisfy others. Lou is not a person that should ever compromise the principles that he has spent three decades instilling in every single person that has come in contact with him. He certainly shouldn't do it for that pussy Brendan Shanahan, or that miserable old curmudgeon Mike Babcock. Fuck them. Fuck Toronto. Fuck Canada. Fuck 'em all. Motherfuck 'em all...
Don't get added to that list Lou. Don't give in to the extravagant bullshit that comes with being amongst the Toronto media. Don't sacrifice what makes you one of the greatest General Managers in sports history. If I can't look up and see you in the press box every game I at least want to be able to remember you as a man of integrity, and this picture couldn't be farther from what you represent. Don't become somebody that I used to know...
P.S. Yes, I am overreacting.
P.P.S. No, I don't care.