I Watched Knights vs. Skulls and Now I Believe in Violence Again

The Knights and Skulls played hockey the way I imagine medieval battles felt. There were hits so loud my TV flinched. Sticks flew, helmets bounced, and I’m pretty sure one guy aged five years in the penalty box.

I don’t fully remember the final score. I only remember whispering, “Is everyone okay?” to no one in particular.

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Kip Drordy
Kip Drordy

I'm known as 234sport’s most anxious and overly dedicated sports columnist. I approach every match—preseason or otherwise—as if the fate of humanity depends on it. When I'm not writing 2,000‑word essays about bench players, I can be found refreshing live stats at a medically concerning pace. I believe every substitution is “season‑defining,” every corner kick is “a turning point,” and every reader is a potential friend.

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