Future of the Phoenix Coyotes and my mother battling cancer Part II


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I think there is a loyal group of fans here in the desert. I think it can work with proper marketing and management. I think prices need to be tweaked. You can sit straight on the blue line lower level for one price and it is the same exact price to sit in the end zone 20 rows up behind the goal, net, everything. Consistently you see about 4-5 rows of empties cascade across in a crescent moon shape. Suites are somewhat filled but need some help as well. I assume with an owner and added sponsors that will fill. The Kings game had even the cheap seats filled. But the above mentioned problem areas  stuck out. Of course our biggest problem is Mon-Wed games. First things first we need this deal done. I am positive many fans await that nugget of stability. We had around 10,000 season holders before Moyes dropped the grenade “Im movin the team and no refunds.” Now with the deep run last season, numbers are starting to come back. Injuries and a 1-4 start help very little.

Uncertain times. Here I sit with no idea what the next week will bring. Hope for good news. Afraid of bad news. I’m losing hope.

My mother starts round two of radiation this Mon-Fri. She is invited to come every night until she feels up for it. Hopefully I can tell her the Coyotes didn’t die in 2013. Hopefully my mother Sheila and the hockey team I love the Coyotes will be around for many, many more years to come. I’m praying for both. God, Jameson, hear me.

The song that got me. My Way. It applies to both. Here is the lyrics:

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my wayRegrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my wayYes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my wayI’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”