Jason Spezza is playing the hardest year of his hockey career. This one might be, almost certainly is, the last. If you love a player, if you can only see them through your fannish gaze, watching them go down, not in glory, but one slow painful inch at a time, is really hard. If you’re a fan of the team, not the player, watching them fail a little more than other players do is frustrating to the point of irrationality. You start to feel something like hatred all out of proportion. So how you feel today about Jason Spezza might be different to how you felt about Patrick Marleau last season.
Jason Spezza was scratched: my column
