STOCKHOLM -- Steven Stamkos thought he had it all figured out. He had spent the summer changing his approach, cleaning up his diet and his sleep. His family was now comfortable in Nashville, with routines smoothed out, with systems in place. He was strict with himself, his attempt to correct for the effects of time, his attempt to correct for all the upheaval that had come with changing teams, his attempt at a restart.

This, he thought, would work.

This, he thought, would be different.

This, he thought, was going to be the Stamkos he had been in Tampa, the Stamkos he had imagined being in Nashville when everything was still bright and shiny and new, when the questions posed were about the chance of a potential Stanley Cup run and it hadn’t yet all fallen apart.

“It’s funny,” Stamkos

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