I recognize that, but in response I'd say that:
a) if this is what it takes or this is all you have to get noticed, then is it worth it? and
b) if this still impresses coaches in 2022 then I humbly submit that hockey has a culture problem.
This is not me trying to say that all fighting in hockey is wrong. But stuff like this, where it's largely just about trying to draw personal attention in games that don't even matter, I think that's an issue. Guys risking their long-term health to try and earn a spot. In what other team sport or other form of employment is that any longer acceptable?
The machine I work on has the ability to mangle a human being's fingers/hands/arms.
Doesn't happen all that often, statistically speaking, but studies have proven those appendages were lost due to a combination of human error and lax safety regulations
These machines make teddy bears.
Sometimes, one of the 1% of people who lose an appendage in those machines gets depressed. Though the likelihood of a person having depression non-causally related to industrial machine accidents is exponential, a lot of people think the machine and the man done those poor souls dirty. Ditto for alcohol and substance abuse, two blights on humanity not clinically proven to be caused by workplace accidents, but we can clearly see that pretty much everyone in the teddy bear machine operator profession only gets depressed and/or develops substance abuse problems because of those machines, whether they've lost an appendage or not.
Once in a while, one of those fingerless former teddy bear machine operators who is depressed and/or hooked on drugs either dies by their own (ahem) hand or ODs on narcotics.
By simple arithmetic, we can clearly see everyone who has ever worked at the teddy bear factory is 5 times more likely to murder themselves or overdose on booze/pills/fentanyl koolaide than the general population, and 99.9% of current and former teddy bear factory employees can still operate a wheelbarrow.
I don't care about any of that. I want to get certified and work on the top of the line teddy bear machine and get paid between 10 and 100 times my current wage, fingers and booze be damned.
Mrs. Grundy thinks I'm an idiot, probably due to blood loss from being within even 100 ft. of the teddy bear machine.
She thinks she knows how to make the machines just as efficient at making teddy bears without all the messy fingers/hands/arms flying off people and making a bloody spectacle.
Nobody is allowed to run the teddy bear machines. We'll have robots do it. Except for the one rainbow colored bear, which we get purchase orders for about as often as people get depressed after working on the old, non-roboticized teddy bear machines. Rainbow bears are the only teddy bears Mrs. Grundy cares for.
10 to 100 times my salary? So sorry. My ability to decide my tolerance for risk ranks somewhere between a toddler and a lemming, and I clearly need smart, compassionate, statistically literate people to decide what and how I do professionally. Thanks to people like Mrs. Grundy, I'm eligible for 30 weeks of unemployment benefits.
