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That's Hockey Baby!
Saturday afternoons can be pretty boring for a young girl living in Wisconsin during a cold, long winter. That bored young girl was me.
Even if most days you can go outside and play in the snow, there are just some days when going outside just doesn’t work.
My mother, on the other hand, was rarely bored. She was raising seven children. She barely got a moment to relax.
On the rare occasion she did get to sit and watch TV she picked some interesting things to watch.
I can remember one time going into the den on one of those Saturday afternoons and she invited me to watch TV with her. I looked at the TV screen and just wrinkled up my nose. She was watching hockey. I never had a clue she was a Detroit Red Wings fan.
I tried to watch the game. I could barely follow the puck! I had no idea what the rules were. I could see they were skating pretty fast and they had sticks. I was used to seeing boys at the ice rink in the neighborhood who skated around with hockey sticks and flipping a puck back and forth but I had never seen grown men slamming into each other in order to get the puck. The whole thing looked violent and disorganized to me. I preferred figure skating. I could watch that for hours.
So it was a bit out of character for me last night to curl up alone and watch the Blackhawks final game of the season. I sat through the whole thing; even into the overtime period. I am mesmerized by hockey now. It’s much more fun to watch than some other sports; especially baseball. Baseball is slow. Hockey is FAST.
I still don’t know all the rules. I’m catching on to the icing penalty, but some of the other nuances still escape me. Maybe next year I’ll go see a game at the United Center where they play in Chicago. I love it when they score and the horn blows and every one dances to the celebration song. I could get into that. And as they say… “That’s Hockey Baby!”
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