Imagine this.
You’re currently dating someone. They do a shit load of narcotics. They beat you. They put milk in the bowl before their cereal. They hate dogs.
Although they’re clearly an awful partner to be with, your parents are telling you to stay with them because they “have potential”.
Meanwhile in your DMs you have a super model that rescues dogs for a living, has found the cure for cancer twice, and on top of all of that, they fuckin love hockey.
But your parents for some reason don’t want you to be with them over your current drug filled abusive partner.
It seems like a super easy decision right? Like “hey Mom and Dad I know you like Amanda but she has 4 warrants out for her arrest, and this other girl is a super model who saves dogs and kills cancer”.
This is essentially the situation the Arizona Coyotes currently find themselves in.
Arizona is the drug filled, abusive, eats cereal like a serial killer partner.
Gary Bettman is your parents.
And Utah is the absolute smokeshow who just kills cancel and chilly ones with you in the basement watching hockey.
This week it came out that now yet another osbtacle in the Yotes quest to stay in Arizona has came up: the NHLPA. Some weird shit to do with unions, lets be real we don’t care. The point is this mission to stay in Arizona should have been dead long ago like its a tiny fragile vessel going down to the depths of the ocean to see the Titanic before tragedy inevitably strikes.
Every month the last like 6 months it feels like some new obstacle gets in the way whether it be local governments, ownership deciding on a specific city, and now the NHLPA. Just let it die.
It would be different if the Coyotes were some ugly duckling of a franchise that no other city wanted to adopt. But no. They have an awesome location like Utah (that to my knowledge has hockey weather almost all year), an ownership group ready to take them in, a legitimate venue to play in that isn’t the local YMCA with Coyote decorations temporarily hung up, just sitting there in their Instagram DMs waiting for them.
They have an indoor arena ready, a state barren of any professional sports team besides the Utah Jazz, and an outdoor venue for the Winter Classic at the University of Utah.
On top of all of this, the Utah Yotes just sounds right. And you know what, if you decide to not use that name you at least aren’t playing at a fucking YMCA.
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