Burlok, for a very long time now, has been exceptionally poor at opening his heart and allowing people in his life to love him. He's been so hardened by farm life. The potato catching, the potato slaughter, the passing of his best friend and prized hog Big Sweet-- the transient nature of life weighs on Burlok. Why allow yourself to love? You could be slaughtered like a potato tomorrow and all the love in the world becomes all the pain in the world. That's why hockey is good. Forechecking is simple. Burlok loves to forecheck, and forechecking will be there for him until he dies.