Wow, I pounded that. Washed it down with a glass bottle Mexican Coke, too. If this were a 1970s movie, I'd be smoking in bed while the lady gets up and covers herself with a bedsheet to go to the bathroom.
Only if there isn't a GM already doing that job. I'm not going to repeat what I wrote above (which I also have written before); at some level, the Pegulas *will* be responsible for hiring the ultimate decision maker. I know you don't like it, but that's just the way it is unless and until they no longer own the team.