No Pucks
It's hard to have what you want, but not have it at your fingertips.
I couldn't imagine how hard it is to know that it's out there, but you can't have it
You can look at it, you can feel it, you can taste it, you can smell it. You can fantasize about it, but you can't have it.
Not right now you can't.
You can feel the ice, you can feel your blades biting into it. Each stride you take, you feel your muscles strain with every stroke as you glide along that polished surface. It's not there though, not like you'd really want it. You can simulate the tantalizing cold feel of the air as you swoop down the lane, you know it all in your mind, but it's not reality.
I'm only slightly talking about hockey.