Against my better judgement, I'm willing to give Pierre Dorion the benefit of the doubt here. I'm sure there were more words that followed a defense of his dumpster fire that was literally the most literal answer ever given. Unfortunately, what I'm not willing to grant him is the assumption that any of those hypothetical words were more encouraging of Ottawa's outlook than "we're a team". Admittedly, I'm no mind reader. That said, if only given the following still-shot to figure it out, I would've guessed that the man who just dumped a handful of pocket change into his prospect pool in exchange for a generational defenseman had his futile attempt at an optimistic answer interrupted by an off-screen, Final Destination-esque video foreshadowing his own death... If that wasn't Pierre Dorion realizing there's no meaning to his miserable life while high on mushrooms then it was him getting caught looking straight down into the irrelevant abyss in which his franchise is set to plummet in just a few short weeks. I'm not sure I have ever seen anyone more physically overwhelmed by an open-ended question in my entire life, never mind one as simple as "just say SOMETHING nice about the group of professional athletes you've assembled...". Those commentators couldn't have been made things any easier in putting one on a platter for him, and he proceeded to look as though he was paralyzed by the reflection of his own inept organization in said platter. I didn't think that anything could make me feel worse about the Ottawa Senators' future than seeing the return on the Erik Karlsson trade, and somehow - while making a puff appearance in between periods - their General Manager did just that with the pessimism of his prolonged silence.
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