While some folks like to criticize hockey for its violence, I’m surprised that tempers don’t flare more frequently. Players travel at uncontrollably high speeds, in a restricted space; all the while they’ve got someone younger, faster, and bigger breathing down on them, there is a large amount of luck involved in the outcome, and their livelihood is on the line.
Guys cheat. And they take liberties on your body. Your ankles, wrists, and lower back, while thousands watch you in your vulnerability — people who don’t hesitate to tell you when you’re not getting the job done. Heck, under those conditions, I’d want to drive my opponent’s front teeth through the back of his head.