Sports are supposed to be an escape from your problems. I couldn’t wait to get away from it all and watch my Islanders last night for a few hours. I went to bed more mad than I was to start the night; I should’ve known better.
When the third period started, I thought the game had “2-1 OT loss” written across its forehead. When Detroit tied it, I said they would win in regulation, despite not scoring a goal for 55 minutes. I’m not proud to be right; I’ve just seen this movie before, like twenty times now.