Why does everything appear so easy from the outside looking in?
I used to watch the Winnipeg Jets play and then follow the media outlets and the stories they provided, critiquing their performance at my leisure.
Surely I could be a top-six forward (in relative writing terms) if I really wanted to, or so I thought. I found out I'm more a fourth-line grinder after a large obstacle came up when I actually got thrown in the Free Press lineup.
As a former NHL player, I remember being on the other side of it, and while I've been able to overcome my instinct to protect my brothers in arms, it's still a bit of a struggle to call out a Jets player.