Scott Howson has taken some abuse from, oh, I dunno, people like myself over the past year, largely because he seems hell-bent on keeping the Blue Jackets in the NHL’s basement.
One of the latest questions people have been asking is “Why did it take so long to get the Rick Nash deal done if the return he settled for can only be politely described as ‘underwhelming?’”
Well, turns out it’s because he was taking crazy pills this summer, and asking for crazy things. Those pills will do that to you.
The Canes pursued free agent Zach Parise and offered up a trade package for Rick Nash, but fell short on Parise (signed by the Minnesota Wild) and bowed out on the Nash bidding (the Blue Jackets apparently were asking for Jeff Skinner and another top-nine player; Zac Dalpe and another prospect and two first-round draft picks).
Oh, just Skinner, another top-9 guy, their prized-prospect Dalpe, another prospect and two firsts? I can imagine how that phone call went.
“…and a first round draft pick! No, wait. TWO firsts! And…and and…a DJ Roomba! And…um…hello? …Hello Jim, you still there?” /dial tone, hangs up. “Welp, no harm in asking!” /Rutherford changes cell number.
You know it’s getting bad when you start genuinely feeling bad for the guy. I’m officially there.