Damn bouleshite! The sale process of the Alouettes is bouleshite from top to bottom.
I do not even know if the owners of CFL teams who are the ones who are going to assume the millions of dollars in losses this season for the Alouettes are aware how much the Commissioner Randy Ambrosie is pounding (actually said fooking) over everyone.
I know it is a big claim (Fooking). In the Larousse dictionary, it is mentioned that “stuffing” can mean deceiving the customers by modifying the smelt of an alloy. In other words, selling tin for gold.
In the Quebec dictionary, it’s more direct. It can be a vulgar form of “making love” or the most common sense of being ripped off.
Put it simply. Ambrosie, perhaps without the other eight owners of the Canadian Football League teams knowing it, is trying to fook Quebeckers over.
And all that is being leaked out to the media is baloney, not filet mignon. A way to resell the carcass of the charred remains of roadkill.
The valet of service
It is true that Ambrosie is trying to sell the Alouettes to the Lenkov brothers, former Montrealers living in California. They promised to bring Celine Dion to sing O Canada! since Peter Lenkov has brilliantly succeeded in the scriptwriting and production of American series such as CSI: NY.
The problem and this is the scam, is that the brothers are desperately looking for a local puppet to run the Alouettes by suckingup to the good folks of this town. A servant, a valet who will speak the same language as the villagers.
Now Clifford Starke, a lovable sweetheart dealing in moving cannabis smoke around, wants to get back into the picture. On Sunday, at the Grand Prix, all real potential investors knew that the Lenkov brothers called Eric Lapointe every other day (probably since yesterday, Starke has just added to the list of calls Eric Lapointe jas to return.
The idea is to turn Eric into a trick a la Claude Brochu with a token percentage of the ownership. According to a reliable source, Lapointe is not even returning their calls or emails.
I will make it even more crystal clear. If the Alouettes are not bought by a group of local investors, ideally led by Éric Lapointe, they will die within three years.
Quebeckers will not embark on a trip with Californians who think they are buying a toy in Montreal. Even less behind a liquidator of pot companies. The fans were scalded. They need to feel that people from home will be involved in the transformation of the organization.
The Lenkovs have exclusive negotiations that ends this Saturday. If Ambroisie gives them an extension, we will know that the Alouettes aren’t long for this world.
If Ambrosie is the least honest with Alouette fans and investors and investors in Quebec, he will remind Éric Lapointe and his group to resume negotiations. Éric Lapointe is the only prospect who has the love, the passion, the youth, the business and football skills to revive this once so prestigious and adored organization.
Lapointe’s plan is already known by Ambrosie. Unfortunately, because the Commissioner listened to the Californian sirens instead of working with people from Montreal, the 2019 season is already destined for disaster. Even if Lapointe bought the team on Monday morning, it’s too late for this year. No way to dismiss general manager Kavis Reed and rebuild the team before next season.
The real value of the Alouettes is about a buck. And buyers will have to expect losses of about five or six million for the next three seasons at least. Starting in 2020. The other owners of the CFL will have to pay a loss of at least five million in 2019 for the Alouettes.
I’m not shedding a tear for them, it’s their fault. They had in hand an offer from Lapointe and his group to restructure and finance this club for months with a dozen investors willing to risk at least a million in the adventure would have made any businessman dream. You already know them. Their names have been making headlines for years. They agreed three months ago before the clown Ambrosie made a mess of the whole thing.
Judging by my multiple conversations Sunday (Grand Prix), these investors could be convinced once again to get in with Lapointe. Then fans in Quebec would support this project. They would trust the effort. Otherwise, it will be the end. And it’s not pessimism, it’s realism.
I would like to tell you more about Éric Lapointe’s position, but he is content to answer by a short text that he has nothing to comment on.
He will eventually learn to live if he becomes the owner one day.
-Réjean Tremblay : Journal de Montréal