If you spend too much time on Twitter, follow the NHL or enjoy(ed) Kanye West, this is a rough stretch. A rough, rough stretch indeed.
If you do all of those things — and this is where, dead behind the eyes, I meekly raise a hand — the past few days have been more unbearable than most. Each day seems to bring a new thread in Kanye’s ongoing, public, full-scale, red-pill meltdown, just like each day brings a fresh, Tom Wilson-fueled debate over the propriety of head shots in professional hockey.
These issues are unrelated. They’re also unfolding simultaneously.