The Stanley Cup playoffs are a grind for a reason. The sport requires teams to live on a high-wire of sorts; the prospect of going home a loser perpetually hanging over a clubs season. It’s impossible for players and fans alike to not fall into the trap of overreaction after one or two games. After-all it’s uniquely human to develop some level of anxiety in such affairs. Which is why this tournament, above all others, is as mental a grind as it is physical. Each night is different, each team scheming to add layers to their game, each moment containing the possibility of swinging an entire series in a given direction.
Making Sense of the Series
