Anaheim Ducks vs. Winnipeg Jets

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Sunday at five is the worst hour of the week. Late enough that the weekend is clearly over, early enough that there is still time to sit and feel bad about it. An afternoon-into-evening hockey game lands exactly in that hole and fills it. Winnipeg comes to Anaheim, and Jets fans are worth the ticket on their own — a small, loud, travelling contingent that shows up in white inside a building full of orange and makes itself heard every single time their team touches the puck. They are also the rare visiting support that knows every word of its own goal song, which is disorienting the first time you hear it in Orange County. The five o'clock start is the giveaway that this one is built for people who have somewhere to be Monday morning: you are out of Honda Center and onto Katella by half past seven, which is the whole difference between a good Sunday and a ruined Monday.