I haven't watched a single NHL game, and I'm not even tempted to. The avalanche of schadenfreude from all quarters about how it's about damn time the league wasn't in Arizona - half of the UHC coverage outside of Salt Lake City is more about "Yay! No more Arizona!" than it is "Yay! A Utah hockey team!" - makes me feel like the NHL and its fans couldn't give less of a shit about me. And yes, it feels goddamned personal.
But also, the continuing narrative from UHC coaches, players, and management about how they're finally in a "winter city" and all that horseshit is making it easier every second for me to ignore my former team. The fact that Josh Doan is playing for the soon-to-be-Reno Roadrunners only greases the skids more.
It's crazy - I've had two sporting obsessions in my life, and it just blows my mind how time and fate have conspired to make me loathe both of them after years of thinking I'd follow them the rest of my life. Time and age are crazy, folks.