Seventeen seconds? Seriously? A flip-flop of positions that would make Mitt Romney proud and it happened in less time than it took Usain Bolt to set a World Record in the 200-meter dash?

How do you deal with that kind of pressure without your head exploding?

You think the San Antonio Spurs feel bad for letting Game 6 slip away from them in the NBA Finals? At least they got to play again.

Bryan Bickell scores to tie the game for the Chicago Blackhawks at 18:44 of the third, and in the time it took for the Boston Bruins to mentally prepare themselves for sudden-death overtime, they lose the game and the Stanley Cup.

In the time it took for Chicago to get goalie Corey Crawford back onto the ice after scoring the empty-netter to tie it, Bolland scored the game- and cup-winning goal.

If this was an emotional roller coaster, I'd sue for a refund. Seventeen seconds?! I don't CARE if I bought an all-day pass, if my daughters take more time to send a Snapchat pic, there's something wrong!

Except that it was all so, so right.

There is nothing like the pressure of the Stanley Cup Playoffs and the full-moon insanity it breeds in the sport. Players have to keep an eye on and play a shell game with a small piece of frozen vulcanized rubber for at least an hour, if not more. There is no object in sports -- no football, baseball, soccer ball or basketball -- that is as small or moves as fast.

Because of that speed, there is no emotional knife that cuts as swiftly or as deeply as a goal scored late in the third period of a one-goal game.

Unless it's followed 17 seconds later by another one.