Tomorrow’s Globe:
Sweeney now has two more years of pay to pocket and, more important, two added years of job security as a tool that will help him encourage someone to take over his bench.
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The old email box lit up with requisite spit and furor on Tuesday once Bruins president
Cam Neelytacked that two-year extension on
Don Sweeney’scontract as the Black and Gold general manager.
Globe Bruins writer
Jim McBride’s report, with comments from Neely published later in the day, reflected similar ire among the 200-plus reader comments.
The first three off the top:
“This will be Neely’s undoing.”
“Just dumb.”
“Unfortunately, neither of them is going anywhere in the near future.”
Full disclosure, the second posting submitted was deemed just a little too rough around the adjectives, forcing Globe censors to block it. For others,
take a look here.
Oh, it’s summertime, and the living in the Hub of Hockey is anything but easy.
The paramount point to keep in mind about Sweeney’s new deal: Neely and Sweeney are going over their list, and going over it again, in their search for a new coach. A GM working on an expiring contract would require Super Slick Salesman of the Decade status to pull a new bench boss in off the street and convince him to sign on the dotted line for, say, 3-5 years.
Any prospective new guy worth his white socks and waffle-soled shoes would be wont to say, “Right, so, uh, you’ll show me how to shut down the Zamboni when you get marched out of the Garden in March?”
Sweeney now has two more years of pay to pocket and, more important in this moment of Bruins business, two added years of job security as a tool that will help him encourage someone to take over his bench. We know that new guy won’t be
Mike Sullivan (
Rangers),
Joel Quenneville(
Ducks), or
Rick Tocchet (
Flyers). That trio landed new gigs prior to Neely granting Sweeney the extension/hiring aid.
It’s a Bruins bench, by the way, that lacks a captain, and one that remains in dire need of Sweeney adding 2-3 legit scorers to the top-six forward group for the Bruins to get back in the Stanley Cup-dreaming biz.
A true power-play QB would help, too, though that job has been a work in progress as far back as when then-coach
Claude Julien took the big heater out of
Zdeno Chara’shands. That was (checks notes) 10 years ago, when Sweeney took office. It takes time to find the right guy.
If Sweeney makes it through the extension — and succeeds in withstanding the fandom’s wrath — he will have completed 13 years on the job, dating to 2015. He’ll also be on the verge of his 62nd birthday, as well as some 44 years removed from the 1984 draft, when the Bruins culled him out of the eighth round, pick No. 166.
If the Bruins during Sweeney’s decision-making tenure routinely, or even occasionally, unearthed such gems hidden so late in the draft, oh how different might the narrative be pertaining to his front office legacy.
A decade into Sweeney’s shot-calling tour, the draft, the draft, the draft remains the biggest smudge on his curriculum vitae, and the one that ultimately could bump him off the job in these next 36 months. Which is to say, in part, he needs to make a score with
that No. 7 pickcurrently in his pocket.
Far more relevant to Sweeney’s immediate future as clerk of the works is that coaching decision, along with how he builds out the roster this summer — be it by trades and/or free agency. Those are the underlying factors that will determine his success and, most likely, his legacy.
The bigger surprise Tuesday, by the view here from high up in the courtside ref’s chair, was the degree of negative fan reaction over the extension. Really, folks, what were you thinking? What did you think was going to happen?
CEO
Charlie Jacobs and Neely, in the
end-of-season autopsy five weeks ago, granted Sweeney the gold card to move the franchise forward. They framed it by saying he earned the opportunity, through past work, to make the necessary fixes. Neely that day said he would need time to consider extending Sweeney, but c‘mon, as sure as water freezes at 32 degrees, the former defenseman who wore No. 32 had that extension iced before he ambled to the podium late on the morning of April 23. Keeping meant extending him.
Again, the coach is nonexistent. The player talent is too spotty, uneven. The fan base is frayed, their loyalty worn thinner than their wallets, which they’ve been asked to open wider yet again to cover the average 13 percent
season-ticket price hike over these last two seasons. (Remember, those
usury-like utility bills!)
Once the decision was made to retain Sweeney as Mr. Fix-It, the extension was a fait accompli. It was formalized Tuesday in order to get him out there and nail down a coach, and then to convince free agents, mulling packages worth in the tens of millions of dollars, that Boston is the place to play, raise families, maybe win the Stanley Cup.
They already gave Sweeney the job, and assured everyone he was their guy. They had no choice but to put him in position to make good.