It’s what everyone says when their team doesn’t make the playoffs. The truth is…there will always be fans who feel like the statue, and fans who feel like the pigeon…
Oh, yeah…just watching hockey is good stuff.
Well, yes, to a point. It’s really good when you have some sort of investment or fondness for the people playing. It helps when you at least, know some of their names. It may be good hockey. Awesome hockey, even. But it’s better and more enjoyable if there’s a connection of any kind. Your City. Your State…something. Favorite player, a team from a childhood memory or hero. Anything…
What if…you were a die-hard, dyed-in-the-wool fan of a team, and there just wasn’t a second favorite? What if there just wasn’t a door 2 or 3? What then?
Well, you’d sit and force yourself to be interested in the playoffs. You’d try really hard to like somebody, somehow. Justify it, connect it somehow…these teams that you’ve hated forever and a season and now…you suddenly make them your Valentine? OK…I can do this…I love the beach and swimming in the ocean. I’m a Pisces. I love warm weather and sunshine. Seems like I should be OK with the San Jose Sharks. If this were a dating service, it would say “Cupid Match” with an arrow and a heart.
I do enjoy watching the Blackhawks. I don’t have too much of a problem with them unless they’re playing the Jackets, and I like Chicago style pizza. Cupid would say, “Direct Hit!”
But for me, it’s just not that easy. I guess after a few more games, I’ll come around. I’m just being honest about the process of being a die-hard fan. More to the point, a Blue Jacket fan.
It’s hard to even chime in on Twitter. “Oh, yeah. What’s-his-face blocked that shot really well. Good on him.” The conversations are steady and energetic between the fans of the other teams. And then there’s me, “Man, this is some good raspberry tea tonight. Everybody got your taxes done?”
But hey…it’s the playoffs and it’s all good. It’s solid hockey and we’re hockey fans…Enjoy!
…At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves.