I fully admit…I was losing faith in my team. With a not so great record, it's been a rough season for the Caps. Visions of last season led me down a spiral and, as I pondered the record of the team I have come to love, I was starting to question what life is all about.
Then, what do I see in the Washington Post today? Caps defeat Avalanche 5-3! And just like that - I'm smiling again.
Thank you, Denver!
One of the game highlights? Ovechkin shoulder checked one of the Colorado players and the impact actually shattered the board glass, leading to a truly awesome quote… "Breaking the glass. First time for me. I was surprised, like wow, I'm strong." (well, his English is coming along)
The fact that this news (the win, but also the shoulder check) brightened my entire day made me reflect a bit on my strange 1-year-old relationship with hockey. What leads a typically calm, non-violent, quiet girl like me to love a game that actually has a special box for players who start fights and hit other players with sticks?
Is it the zamboni? - I mean, I do love zambonis, but no I don't think so.
Is it the little kids who come out and play a mini hockey game between the 2nd and 3rd - cute, but no.
Is it #9 Dainius Zubrus? – no (well, ok, maybe a little bit).
Is it the nachos I get at games - possibly.
It all started last New Year's Eve – I remember it well. Boy problems had me feeling low (typical)…a situation only accentuated by the fact that it was universal "have to have a date night" and I had no plans/no date. Out of the blue, I guy who I had only known for a short time asked me to the Caps game. Well, why not, right? – it would be something to do.
A little depressed about spending New Year's Eve at a sporting event, I grabbed some nachos (obviously) and sat down in an awesome 8th row seat (he had season tickets), still a bit unsure as to why I was there. Within the first 5 minutes there was a big fight, the crowd was raucous and fun, AND the game ended with a shootout….yep, I was loving it. And with that, I was a hockey fan.
Over the next few months I went to bunches of hockey games and had a blast every time – learning the rules, getting to know the players, hearing the stats. Pretty soon, my morning routine even involved checking The Washington Post for Caps articles (who is this person?).
As the season closed, so did my relationship with the guy (purely coincidental and not at all tied to his season tickets – I swear!) and I bought my own tickets for the last game…not exactly the 8th row, but still a great view.
This year I'm part owner of my own season tickets.
It's really nice to find something in your late 20s (when everything else is kind of up in the air and unpredictable) that you really, truly enjoy.
Then, what do I see in the Washington Post today? Caps defeat Avalanche 5-3! And just like that - I'm smiling again.
Thank you, Denver!
One of the game highlights? Ovechkin shoulder checked one of the Colorado players and the impact actually shattered the board glass, leading to a truly awesome quote… "Breaking the glass. First time for me. I was surprised, like wow, I'm strong." (well, his English is coming along)
The fact that this news (the win, but also the shoulder check) brightened my entire day made me reflect a bit on my strange 1-year-old relationship with hockey. What leads a typically calm, non-violent, quiet girl like me to love a game that actually has a special box for players who start fights and hit other players with sticks?
Is it the zamboni? - I mean, I do love zambonis, but no I don't think so.
Is it the little kids who come out and play a mini hockey game between the 2nd and 3rd - cute, but no.
Is it #9 Dainius Zubrus? – no (well, ok, maybe a little bit).
Is it the nachos I get at games - possibly.
It all started last New Year's Eve – I remember it well. Boy problems had me feeling low (typical)…a situation only accentuated by the fact that it was universal "have to have a date night" and I had no plans/no date. Out of the blue, I guy who I had only known for a short time asked me to the Caps game. Well, why not, right? – it would be something to do.
A little depressed about spending New Year's Eve at a sporting event, I grabbed some nachos (obviously) and sat down in an awesome 8th row seat (he had season tickets), still a bit unsure as to why I was there. Within the first 5 minutes there was a big fight, the crowd was raucous and fun, AND the game ended with a shootout….yep, I was loving it. And with that, I was a hockey fan.
Over the next few months I went to bunches of hockey games and had a blast every time – learning the rules, getting to know the players, hearing the stats. Pretty soon, my morning routine even involved checking The Washington Post for Caps articles (who is this person?).
As the season closed, so did my relationship with the guy (purely coincidental and not at all tied to his season tickets – I swear!) and I bought my own tickets for the last game…not exactly the 8th row, but still a great view.
This year I'm part owner of my own season tickets.
It's really nice to find something in your late 20s (when everything else is kind of up in the air and unpredictable) that you really, truly enjoy.
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