Every so often, real life rudely and crudely invades the isolation and comfort of our sports-addicted world. Monday evening on Washington's Metrorail was one such instance.
What tragically happened on the Red Line (the death count at seven at this writing) has, for this blogger, a direct bearing on Washington's hockey team, insomuch as somewhere between 65 and 80 percent of home game patrons rely on the rail for their attendance. You can view Monday's malevolence as anomalous if you choose; as a daily rider of the rail for longer than John Carlson's been alive, I am one who would point to the system's innumerable broken parts, never-ending pursuit of the most basic maintenance, and conspicuous absence of daily operations accountability as conditions likely to breed more of what we saw early Monday evening. For me, the horror of Monday was in the scale of mortality, but I can't profess shock at its arrival.
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