Kevin here.
What some of y'all fatherless creatures can't quite grasp is the fact that losing one's dad might affect one's mental health. Patty's father was the Joe Jackson of hockey, after all.
"But Kevs, he passed away three years ago!"
Sure. Fellas who've lost a parent or two know this: it still hurts, even after a decade it hurts. Lost me pops back in 2001 and would still give anything for his advice.
Patty had some rough times back in Winnipeg. Wheeler is a notorious dickhead. Scheifele a lazy bum. In comes 19-year old Patrik. Scores three times in his first game. The vets don't like it. They are exposed, you see. Turns out Maurice is not a bad coach - they are just shit players. This is what people refuse to remember: Wheels and Scheif were the problem, not Laine. Why did Big Buff retire? Why did Laine want out? Why did PoMo walk away? Read between the lines, fellas.
Anyways, when the shit hit the fan in Winnipeg, Patty's dad was always just a phone call away. At some point he even moved in with his son. For a young immigrant boy, it must've been hugely important.
Fast forward to 2024. What went wrong in Columbus? Four coaches in three years, or something like that. Losing culture. GM is a big bozo. No centers. Injuries after injuries. No fellow countrymen. High school sweetheart dumped him. Dad is still dead. I don't blame him for wanting a fresh start.