A hockey-shaped interlude from one of P&P’s main dudes.
The absurdity of my sports fandom—maybe of sports fandom in general—peered up at me from a waterless urinal in a 100-level Staples Center men’s room between the first and second periods of Game Four of the Stanley Cup Finals. It took the form of a newish Patrik Elias trading card, placed with apparent precision so as not to be avoidable by even the most discerning of hockey fans. For more than a decade, Patrik Elias has been my favorite hockey player and his Devils among my favorite teams. But this night I was rooting for the Kings, who were on the verge of an unfathomable Stanley Cup sweep, and I was beginning to feel the pressure of a long line building up behind me, spilling out onto the concourse.
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