Dear hockey,

You’re like the unhinged uncle of American sports.

Fourth place in popularity, first place in “sure, let’s let grown men fight at work.”

You put knives on feet, release them on ice, encourage violence, then say, “go sit in the naughty box for five minutes and think about what you’ve done…

okay, you’re good. Go back out there.”

Meanwhile, the NBA is investigating aggressive eye contact, baseball requires a waiver to slide, and the NFL throws a flag if you hit someone with enthusiasm.

Hockey says: controlled chaos. And if you start to die, don’t worry—the ice will preserve you.

Never change.

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