There were at least a couple times in my life where I have been legitimately interested in a hockey game
and the intermissions while the ice was cleaned seemed to take forever.
Forever.
Recently, when the local hockey teams championship run infringed on a weekly musical performance, the venue and band compromised: to not perform during game action, and to fill the intermissions with song.
We would begin as soon as the period ended, and we would stop as they approached the face off circle to begin the next one. We played as much as possible,
and the time flew by.
Flew.
Moral: maybe Time Perception is more psychology than neuroscience (?)
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