Just when you thought the NHL couldn't possibly look any worse than they did after pissing off all their players by poo-pooing the next Olympics. Just when you thought their officials couldn't possibly be put in a position where failure is more imminent. Just when you thought they couldn't possibly be more ill-prepared to fix the little things that ail the beautiful game they perpetually fail to grow...
All the sudden grown men are trying to mend nets that are designed to withstand the brunt of vulcanized rubber traveling at ludicrously high speeds with a brand of adhesive that might as well be an oxymoron. Seriously, Scotch is the 'Diet Coke' of tape. It might seem like a reasonable decision to produce a more mild version, but it's far better in theory than in practice. Those damn referees probably would have been better off licking the netting and trying to seal it to the crossbar like it was an envelope, because it would have been just as likely to work in a situation that was stickier than the crap they were attempting to solve it with.
I would have loved to see the look on the officials' faces when they were handed an entire roll of clear kid's tape that undoubtedly couldn't have kept their jaws in place when they were asked to fix an NHL net with a 1st grader's school supplies. Probably looked a little something like my face when the person in front of me tries to pay for something that costs $1.99 with exact change. I'm honestly proud that they held it together given the fact that their tool chest was filled with nothing more then the belongings you'd generally find in the world's most mundane cubicle. This was probably the plot of the MacGyver episode that caused an irreparable divide between the cast and the writers. It's not easy to be a ref, but it's much harder when your employer can't even duct the most simplistic of issues.