Well there’s a fall from grace if I ever saw one.
Poor Mike. Three years ago he was the one who made out. He got sent to a contender in LA, ostensibly as one of the final pieces to put them over the top. He lobbied for Jeff Carter, whom, if you’ll recall, was viewed as more of Richards’ Robin than his Batman. It was Mike’s world, and Jeff was literally invited to live in it. Fast-forward a few years: Carter is the star, the Olympian, the indispensable forward, and it’s Richards who’s playing for the Manchester Monarchs and so disgruntled that he won’t even accept his earned invitation to be honored by the President at the White House.
Somewhere, Paul Holmgren sizes himself up in a mirror and gives a knowing smirk of approval, before returning to his Excel for Dummies course.
