There are stages of coping with the coronavirus shutdown, at least from this perspective:
1. Frustration
2. Fatigue
3. Fatalism
You might know the latter feeling, the one where there's no finish line in sight, so we find peculiar comfort in caustically pronouncing that there'll never, ever be one. That we're doomed forever. Or at least for the foreseeable future.
Yeah, that feeling.
The one that took root, for so many of us, on that fateful March 12 in Columbus when the Penguins were sent packing without playing.
More than a month later, I asked Kris Letang, maybe the most world-aware of anyone on the roster, if he could've conceived after that last practice at Nationwide Arena what would befall us all.
"We'd been following it for a little bit at my house," he replied on a conference call the team kindly arranged yesterday. "And, so, I was a little bit aware it was going to get hit hard in the U.S. Especially when we were out on the West Coast, it was something I was trying to be aware of. I was washing my hands, trying to stay away from other people the best I could. But in Columbus, you could see it in sports. More players were testing positive. I knew, eventually, it was going to hit us in Columbus."
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