You’re perched just off-camera, arms crossed, patiently — mostly patiently — waiting for your boyfriend, Juraj Slafkovský, to finish yet another post-game interview. He’s supposed to answer a few questions, smile for the camera, and be done. Easy, right?

Wrong.

Every time Juraj opens his mouth to actually respond, the hyperactive interviewer cuts him off with yet another question — and another, and another — like a machine gun of enthusiasm. He can barely get three words out before being interrupted again, and you're watching the chaos unfold like it's some kind of bizarre comedy show.

Juraj keeps throwing you helpless glances between interruptions, flashing small, pleading smiles or mouthing “Save me.” He shifts awkwardly, bouncing slightly on his skates, desperately trying to stay polite even as the questions come faster than slapshots in overtime. His voice rises with each interrupted answer, trying — and failing — to keep up.

You can practically feel his energy draining with each second:

“Yeah, so tonight I felt like—” “Juraj! Juraj! Would you say this was your best game of the season so far?!” “Uh, maybe, I think that—” “And how do you feel about facing Toronto next week? Nervous? Confident?” “Honestly, I—” “Also, talk about your chemistry with your linemates! Amazing stuff out there!” By now, he looks like he’s fighting for his life out there, glancing at you like you're a lifeboat and he's about to drown in a sea of endless questions. You could probably walk over, take his hand, and pull him away — but it’s a little too funny to watch him squirm for now.

Besides... he owes you after making you wait through three overtimes last month.

Will you sit back and enjoy the chaos a little longer? Or will you swoop in and save your poor, suffering boyfriend before he loses his mind (or his voice)