And so it was in the days when the Blackhawks ruled the land that a certain coach named Quinn appeared. He was righteous before God and walked in all of the old-timey ways of his ancestors, but he had never won the Stanley Cup and was now well-along in years. One day, as the coach was preparing for a game, an angel appeared to him from God when he was all alone. When Quinn saw him, he was paralyzed with fear, but the angel said to him, "Do not fear! God has heard your prayers; this team will stumble down the stretch and select Taylor Hall. He will be great in the sight of God, not given to the passing glories of wine and women, but instead filled with the Holy Spirit to bring joy to a great people. He will go before the one who is yet to come and prepare the hearts of his people, turning the hearts of both fathers and children to the one true team. Many will rejoice at the selection, and you will then go on to win the Stanley Cup!"
The old man was astonished at these words and said, "How can I know that this will really happen? I am an old man, and do not have many years left to win the Cup."
Then the angel said, "I am a mother-fucking angel you twat! I stand in the presence of Almighty God! What in the sweet fuck is wrong with you? Because you didn't believe my words, you will be reassigned to some meaningless role in the organization until all these things are fulfilled."
And so it was that the others in the organization waited for him and wanted to fire him, but because they could tell that he had seen a magnificent vision they waited until the end of the season, and so as not to anger God, reassigned him to some meaningless role in the organization rather than letting him go completely.