This is what I want from Darcy in his first day as an unshackled GM during the Pegula Era. I can just see him and Lindy blasting "Kill 'Em All" down at 1 HSBC, debating the merits of Jason Newstead vs. Cliff Burton, and headhunting for new talent with a vengeance.
(WARNING: I listen to music when I write, and iTunes decided to shuffle me into a Metallica bender for some reason, so this post may be filled with incandescent metal, or it may be filled with the whinings of a wealthy Scandinavian douchebag who ruined the best band of the 80's by turning them all into ovulating kittens. BUT I DIGRESS!)