boy was I ever wrong

Over the last year and a bit, I wrote two blogs on Friedrich Nietzsche: one was about Pat Quinn and whether he had the ability to impose a master morality on the team, and the other was in defense of not trading Sheldon Souray in the summer of 2009. Boy was I wrong about those two things. Either I know less about Nietzsche than I thought or those two subjects of Nietzschean affections are total failures.

Nonetheless, let's look at this through a few of the aphorisms from his book Beyond Good or Evil:

69. One has been a bad spectator of life if one has also not seen the hand that in a considerate fashion - kills.

Doesn't it seem as if Souray and Quinn began to live their lives a little carelessly? I mean Souray goes and poses in a magazine virtually nude, talks the good talk before he gets injured, selfishly picks a fight with Iginla thereby hurting himself again only to go bitch about his boss and the company to the press. Quinn, on the other hand, started off the with gusto, looked tired, failed to be successful in any deranged version of the word, and acted surprised & shocked to the press. In both cases it all started in failure and ended with some ill-timed and poorly chosen words to the press.

Now both of these former Will-to-Power stars are stuck looking at their feet and wondering what happened. Neither of them know exactly what the Oilers want them to do, but nor should they be surprised after last season. They could very well end their careers sitting around doing nothing on the Oilers payroll.

88. One begins to distrust very clever persons when they become embarrassed.

This clearly happened more to Pat Quinn. Folks praised his past accolades as an innovative but experienced coach with a good understanding of how to run a dressing room. Through his own ineptitude and with a terrible roster, Pat Quinn’s team sucked. His press conferences were inevitably the highlight of the night (being witty and funny while giving actual analysis) and loosely became curt, disappointing, & repetitive. He was not only getting tired but embarrassed (cause he is the ‘Mighty' Quinn after all). Slowly it became obvious that he had lost the trust of both the room and the upper management.

It is perhaps less so with Souray, but I remember many a Souray fanboy claiming he hadn’t said anything to hurt the team or the city but had just targeted the Oilers Brass. Then slowly the Oilers attempted to say the right things, talked publicly about trading him and even tried to give him away on the waiver wire. Meanwhile Souray continued to go to the press claiming the Oilers had not reached out to him and even came into town saying all the veteran clichés. Once it became obvious Souray knew he wasn’t coming back but was just playing the media machine, he began to look a little ashamed. Now many bloggers and reporters are siding with Tambo V.3 because he is less embarrassed (or at least not clever) in these matters.

130. What a person is begins to betray itself when his talent decreases - when he ceases to show what he can do. Talent is also an adornment; an adornment is also a concealment.

This is a question of being, or what could be called character by someone as cliché-driven as Mr. Dithers. Once it was discovered by everybody that Souray and Quinn were only demonstrating what they could do in the past, then who they were as persons betrayed themselves. They had always been talented players and coaches and they were brought in here with big contracts and bigger expectations. They adorned themselves with the glimmer of the statistics of winning, but that shine is only there to conceal. Ask the Bulin Wall if the shine of an actual Stanley cup ring can conceal the crime of decreasing talent, then go ask Danny Heatley.

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