The TV replayed the first fight on the barriers. I guess the media has absorbed that cliché that hockey should just be a series of fights with some play interspersed. I suddenly didn't feel like watching any more fights, or hearing any more drama. Strange, yes. I had the urge to head home and watch my Golden Girls DVDs. Everything always gets resolved on The Golden Girls, although there is the occasional chick fight with purses.
I said bye to the staff and gave an invisible "bye" to the trio. Enjoy your meal, I thought, sending the codependent, jerk-loving woman some extra-warm vibes. I left, and another fight broke out on the TV.