Back in a calmer time, the National Hockey League shut down every summer. We're not talking absolute ancient here, but if you were a dinosaur writing sports and needed to find someone, good luck.
Entire front office staffs scattered for lakefront cottages, fishing holes or swimming pools. Place a call to any franchise headquarters, and you wouldn't even get a switchboard operator. (A certain organization near and dear to our hearts didn't even have one of those during the winter.)