I not only live in a country that eat, sleeps, and breathes everything hockey – but I’m also surrounded by a family who are all completely hockey crazed.
So what does a girl to do when she doesn’t really share the love?
Suck it up like a true princess, that’s what.
We have a subscription to a separate hockey package, allowing us access to watch every single preseason, regular season and playoff game – YaY me! I sit through each and every one Vic watches, listening as he curses the players for fumbling about, the coaches for not doing their job properly, and of course – the refs for their terrible calls — or lack thereof. Oh he’ll always give credit where it’s due and cheer when things go right, but those curses – cripes they always make me cringe!
So suffice to say, I’m familiar enough with the major players, trades, drafts and the like. More familiar than I care to be, but hey, I’m a true princess remember!
I have to admit though, the NHL Draft is the one day (and night) of hockey I can get behind. As I’m creating this post, we’re doing just that – catching the first round draft picks. Vic is watching to see who goes where, intrigued to see who his team picks up. Me, I’m watching with a lump in my throat (figuratively!) as the families grab for tissues, listening as their child’s dreams come true.
I mean come on, these kids have given their entire childhood to a sport. They have most likely missed out on much of what their classmates and friends have enjoyed, choosing instead to attend practices, games, conditioning, and training camps – all for the small chance of being drafted to the NHL.
How can that not pull at the heart strings?! I know I’m not alone here!
Well, I’m off to grab another tissue as I continue watch parents tear up and fluff up their peacock wings – the pride is shining mighty bright in Chicago tonight!
-T-
