True story: I once worked for a place that required maybe 3 hours of work for an 8 hour day. With the remaining 5 hours I would hop on and off Twitter following different accounts who appreciated and loved the game of hockey. I must’ve done this for maybe two years? Then, it got to a point where people would just follow us. One after one, the followers kept coming in, we kept pushing out content and everybody was having a good time. I’m aware that there are accounts with millions of followers but I was always so proud that The Morning Skate had 33K diehard hockey fans who would take in our content, share with their family and friends, and look forward to going on the bird app.
Today some fucking LOSER from Turkey hacked our account, changed our name, our password, our email and vanished into the matrix. We’ve messaged Twitter, we’ve contacted people for help and we still haven’t really heard anything. Now I could go on forever about how bad I want to end this virgins life, the different ways I’d want to have this person line up against a Ryan Reaves or a Tom Wilson, but that’s not going to help. I’m getting soft in my old age.
I think the only reason that I’m not flying to Turkey right now for some Lias Neeson type shit is because if I could get us 33K followers, imagine what I can do with the help of our writers. I am so fucking proud of the group of writers we’ve assembled here. They all bring so many different things to the table – in any sort of news story I know that I have a team that can cover every which way, every single opinion on whatever is going on. They have a wealth of knowledge, a desire to be better and a love and a passion, for the game of hockey.
So what do we do? We fucking clang and bang on the keyboards. We write blogs, we share our shit, we grow our community back to where it once was. Who knows, maybe Twitter will end up helping us out. Either way, we have a crew that I know will get us back to where we need to be.