I hate being a hockey fan sometimes. It's this dreadful, unavoidable and inexorable hate. It's the hate of knowing that this trivial thing I sink a lot of emotion into as an escapist outlet is not always going to let me escape from the real world. The real world is huge and it is powerful and the walls of the NHL are not strong enough to hold it back.
Yeah I know. There's real suffering in the world, and I wouldn't blame you for stepping out of this post right now to go focus on those things yourself if you wanted.