I know, I know, Ted Rogers passed away. I shouldn’t make derogatory remarks about a dead man, so I’ll try my best.
Uncle Ted purchased the Toronto Blue Jays in September 2000. I always thought of Teddy as more of country club kind of guy myself, but nothing could stop daddy big-bucks from foraying into baseball and eventually slapping his name up on the spaceship of a stadium we all still refer to as The Skydome. Joking aside, Ted Rogers rescued the Jays from drifting into an Expos-esque obscurity and opened up the pocket books just enough to tease the fan-base.
Ted had money. Lots of money. It was never enough though, his communications (monopoly) company routinely had to cut into my livelihood as a stay-at-home publisher and ding me for “excessive” Internet usage charges month after month. If you look beyond the shitty customer service that Rogers provided, or the “basic” cable package that just manages to cut off before TSN, or the mysterious $250 charges that pop-up from time to time, then you could say they offered a quality product. Horse-shit!
I wonder if they teach this technique at the Ted Rogers School of Management at Ryerson University; conducting lay-offs the day your CEO dies so no one fucking notices. You sons of bitches.
I would like to express my condolences to the family of Ted Rogers. Death is never easy to deal with, and I bet it’s even more difficult when it involves someone that touched the homes of so many like Ted did. Mr. Rogers was a model of success, although he had a leg up on the competition having attended the best private schools, and he was a member of the Sigma Chi Fraternity (I didn’t know we had frat houses in Canada). Ted Rogers never failed at anything, which is ironic considering that in the end his heart did. I’m just surprised he even had one.
In related news; Galen Weston is a cock.
SL
