NHL hockey is more than simple ticks in wins and loss columns; it is more than its ensemble cast of sportsmen reveling through their individual dreams.

It is an opportunity for the everyday to become magical.

With each new season, fanatics put away their daily tribulations and try their hand at choosing a new double size chocolate bar in the hopes of finding a golden ticket that will open the doors to a land high above the homes of nine to fivers. NHL hockey allows flag bearers and minority casters to be more, by carrying them through a simulated treacherous reality to an Eden of maximized actualization. Hockey is a deep breath of pure oxygen in a world drowning in suffocation.

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