"Hitch up my team!" MacLean ordered. Once it was properly Hitched MacLean, president and general manager of the Blue Jackets, grew confident and rode out to meet ownership so that he might defend his future. He requested a meeting at Chili's since he'd recently heard fro his mentor in management that Chili's is where business is done. Ownership decided to meet him in front of the restaurant and MacLean met them there. He held out his hand and joked, "Do you come in peace?"
"Peace? What peace? How can there be peace as long as our team is a laughing stock around the league, without a single playoff game in our franchise history thanks to your hockey decisions which mirror those of a twelve year-old boy!"
MacLean turned and ran toward his car screaming, "Treachery Hitch! Treachery! We must escape so that they won't be able to fire me!" But Hitch had locked the doors. The owners walked up more convinced than ever and they fired him. The news pierced MacLean's heart and he slumped down, his face pressed against the roof of the car. Hitch got out of the car and the owners spoke to him: "Pick him up and throw him on the scrap heap of old management types who end up on television so that his foolishness will be widely recognized. Remember when we hired you and we heard the voice of Yahweh for ourselves, and it made this prophecy: 'I have seen the work of his hands and it is disgraceful. I will make him pay for his foolishness and deliver unto you a redeemer for I have taken pity on you.' So then, pick him up and put him on Sportsnet so that we may find our redeemer and the word of Yahweh may be fulfilled!"