Graphic by Nathan Burchfiel, existentialism by Albert Camus

Last night, the Penguins beat the Capitals in sudden death overtime… again. The loss is arguably one of the most painful in franchise history considering the context of the Caps’ historic season and the expectations the fanbase has heaped upon the organization.

Unlike in previous decades where I childishly ripped up trading cards of Sergei Fedorov (and clogged our toilet trying to flush them), I am handling this like any mature, rational adult would: just kind of staring into the abyss wondering why I do this to myself.

Last night, after the game, I wrote this article and then kinda lost an hour of my life just staring and rationalizing what had happened. My gaze was caught between my computer monitor, my couch, and my TV which had been paused on Barry Trotz, whom I had been transcribing.

Once I kind of found my bearings, I stress-ate some homemade pizza my wife made over the weekend and watched the newest episode of SVU. Eventually I fell asleep at 4:30 am.

I’m sharing this because I want to know how you’re doing. How are you holding up? Where’s your head at right now? I’m not sure I can give you a bunch of positive vibes today, but let’s get through this together.

See you in the comments.