After a career with two different organizations spanning from 2014 to 2040, I've hung up my general manager boots. No, there aren't actually boots a general manager wears. Actually, most general managers wear nice suits and ties. But I am Charlie Edward and as a moonlight general manager, my attire could have been underwear and socks for all anyone cared.
And those who would have cared would have been surprised to know I won several Stanley Cups as the general manager of the Buffalo Sabres wearing nothing more than gym shorts and various tank tops. The 2030's were good to me.
My career started with the Edmonton Oilers in 2014. With no prior experience, they just gave me the job. All I had to do was walk into the office and ask. I do have to give myself some credit though, that was a pretty proactive thing to do. I woke up one morning, decided I wanted to be a general manager, and made it happen. I guess it's true what they say: some people dream while others make things happen.
The Oilers job looked fun: take over a team that should be winning, but for some reason isn't. It was really easy to diagnose the problem: the team was comprised of a bunch of rookies learning from other similar rookies. Not to mention, the forwards lacked the puck moving defensemen needed to actually do what they were good at: which was use the puck and do pretty things. They couldn't do those pretty things without the puck actually in their possession. And the goaltending situation? Oh boy.
Needless to say, I fixed all of those problems. Every. Last. One. And with Alain Vigneault as my head coach, we won three Stanley Cups. 2016, 2019, and 2020. Never missed the playoffs. Until the year I wanted to rebuild the team and they fired me.
It seemed the whole city was really upset about trades involving Taylor Hall, Ryan Nugent-Hopkins, and Jordan Eberle. The players that brought glory back to that decrepit town. So f###ing cold.
I say I was fired, but I wasn't. It's just I knew I was going to be. The city was in rage, I was getting funny looks down every hallway I walked. It was very clear, my shelf life had expired. So I resigned. Sorry for lying.
That was on August 13th, 2025. After that, I waited patiently, lurking in the shadows for a good opportunity. Not just the first one that came my way. It took until a year later. July 13th, 2026. Stan Bowman, the former general manager of the Chicago Blackhawks, now general manager of the Buffalo Sabres, had been fired for the second time. His career really went downhill after Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews' insane cap hits kicked in during his time in Chicago.
But back to the story of a much more successful general manager! Unlike my first job with Edmonton, Buffalo actually made me type up a job application and interview. All I could say was: wow, a real organization, finally.
They made the right choice. I drafted the greatest goalie in the history of the NHL, Oscar Gustaffson (7-time Stanley Cup Champion, 5th all-time in wins with 589, first in shutouts with 127, a career goals against average of 1.74).
Buffalo Sabres: Stanley Cup Champions | 2032, 2034, 2036, 2037, 2038, 2039, 2040
Every player I drafted turned to gold. We rarely signed a free agent, as the majority of every team was comprised of as many as sixteen homegrown, Charlie-drafted players. Proof that a suit isn't required to figure out which hockey players are the best.
There are a handful of 7-time Stanley Cup Champions on the team not named Oscar Gustaffson, too. Including star wingers, Yvon Mantha and Jeff Rohlfs. As well as forwards, Deron Lawrence and Scott Moore. And defenseman, Jeff Rankin.
In other words, I've accomplished everything I wanted to in the game, far too soon. Even with the house rules I've had in place. I never coached any of the teams. I was strictly the general manager. The game simply was not fun anymore. Which is why today, Tuesday, June 5th, 2040, I've decided to resign as general manager of the Buffalo Sabres.
"It's not you, it's me," is what I told the media at my Good Bye Charlie press conference. Sad saps in Buffalo really wanted me to stick around so they could keep winning. It's so easy to win when a human manager is at the helm of your team, isn't it? That's the thing about the 2030s. Robots. Everywhere. I swear, most of these teams are run by robots. I guess George Orwell was right.
So what now? I'm not leaving the game of hockey. No way. I've signed on as a freelance consultant. In other words, I'm not actually with a team. I'll essentially be a scout writing my thoughts on every draft class, predicting player career paths, and telling the story of the league as it unfolds year by year.
And the story should get a lot more interesting with me watching from afar.
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