As coach of the Avalanche, he’s stuck with the worst job in the NHL. So what’s the only upside to being Jared Bednar, enduring the pain of a franchise that can’t win for losing? He’s as invisible as a ghost in Denver.
In a strip mall barely 600 yards north of the rink where the Avalanche practices, I walked into a hot dog stand on Friday, and in honor of this gosh-awful hockey team, ordered a lunch of the absolute wurst. While deciding whether to add a side of fries, I conducted an unscientific survey of four hungry guys behind me in line.