Practicing With Connor McDavid Looks Pretty Dang Miserable
Imagine this. You're an NHL prospect who is just on the cusp of making a roster. You head into the offseason and work your nuts off all summer long. You come back to camp in the best shape of your life. You're bigger, you're faster, you're stronger. You put in the work and for the first time in your career, you're actually looking forward to conditioning. Because you're looking forward to showing the results of all that hard work you put it.
Coach lines you up across the goal line and right there in the middle is 97. That absolute mutant who somehow glides faster than most guys sprint. All of a sudden it doesn't matter how much you worked over the offseason because you still look like total shit compared to that. Might as well break out the plastic lawn chairs for you to push around out there.
Meanwhile you've got guys like Olli Juolevi looking like he's going to end up on a jersey patch after doing a few sprints.
I'm sure that playing with Connor McDavid is awesome. I highly doubt there's a better situation to find yourself in the game of hockey. But practicing with him? Having to try your best to keep up with that freak or else you run the risk of looking like a lazy sack of shit? No thanks. I'm perfectly content with never skating another suicide again in my life.