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- They’re happy—but what about us?
Postcoital tristesse doesn’t just happen in the bedroom.
But postcoital tristesse is worse in other sports. When you do it and it’s over and they’re gone and you’re facing an empty room—how does that make you feel? When the hockey season ends the door doesn’t click shut in quite the same awful way. The coach drives home where his neighbors TP’d his trees. The Stanley Cup shows up in your neighborhood bar, and then at Wrigley Field. There’s talk it’s going to stand in as best man at some fans’ wedding.
