For the first time in the playoffs this season, I didn’t watch the end of the Lightning game last night. By the end of the second period it took monumental effort to continue watching. I imagine it felt a lot like being a hockey player’s dentist. It was really discouraging.
Yes, last night’s game was an old fashioned whoopin’, and the Lightning players were not the ones holding the whip. I imagine it was about as fun as a hockey player’s trip to the dentist. Making matters worse, its effects seem lingering. A dark pallor looms over the morning. I suppose it could have something to do with the overcast skies.
How much do you suppose sports effects productivity in the work place? Excuse me while I go rustle up some enthusiasm.