My first instinct was to laugh off this story as a wild overreaction to an extremely talented teenager's terrible management of time that became exponentially more valuable the second he got drafted into the NHL. After all, the idea that a blue chip prospect of a prominent professional sports team is going to piss away his potential into a empty Gatorade jug to avoid pausing his first-person shooter is nothing short of insane.
Unfortunately, being labeled a helpless video game addict at that age is like being labeled an alcoholic in college. You really have to have problem to stand out as a problem. In keeping with that comparison, this kid must be the gamer equivalent of the kid that skips class to bring in the rising of the sun with a solo swig of warm whiskey out of the bottle, and I'm pretty sure that makes him one more Fortnite binge away from early on-set arthritis.
Given his status as a recent first round pick, the gamer in question is probably between 19-21, and I speak from an experience that was only more unhealthy than it was undrafted when I say that's the age in which you are at your most indestructible. As an adolescent masquerading as the youngest of adult I was about as familiar with a respectable REM cycle as I was with the inside of a gym, a mildly nutritious diet, or beer that wasn't predominantly sold in 30. Yet, despite having nowhere near as much talent as this unidentified player, I never found a noticeable lack of energy on hockey rink to be a problem. Therefore, I'm pretty sure this dude must have legitimately gotten his virtual reality and his actual reality mixed up to be considered this close to a lost cause.
Hopefully he can successfully rehab his technology addiction to realize his potential, although - given the increasing popularity of eSports - getting his shit together might be two years away from becoming time that's more poorly spent than an 11th consecutive hour on Playstation.