bbud stood at the edge of the rink, the cold air stinging his cheeks. He had come to the realization that his obsession with Buttman and the NHL had consumed him, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.This needs to go in the story.
I love Joshua but it looked like he was already falling...
How that is not a call is beyond me! Unfreaking real.
The second is particularly true. Dallas gets to play a much looser game knowing they're risking little plus they know there's always keeping the game even reffing. A lot of this is driven by the Canucks shitty PPBut at the same time....
1) Canucks ain't going to do anything if they get a PP.
2) If Canucks PP actually had bite, Dallas would be more cautious and playing scared.
Forgot he's even in this game.Brock Boeser goal would be nice.
This is how I picture the final frame of the film:bbud stood at the edge of the rink, the cold air stinging his cheeks. He had come to the realization that his obsession with Buttman and the NHL had consumed him, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.
He turned to see his wife, a blonde woman with tired eyes and a half-empty glass in her hand, watching him from the stands. They had both struggled with drinking problems, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle.
As the final echoes of the scandal faded away, bbud knew it was time to move on. He took his wife's hand, and together they walked out of the arena, leaving behind the world of hockey and corruption.
They had each other, and that was enough. The rest was just a story, a fiction that had run its course. As they walked into the night, bbud felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The story was over, but life went on.