Day Two Hundred and Fourteen - Hockey Night In Canada

Everyone knows that I'm the worst Canadian ever right? I think that's been pretty well-established. Well, the previously unmentioned NUMBER ONE reason why I'm a terrible Canadian is...I've never watched a hockey game. Ever. Sure, when I was a kid and too young to get into any real trouble growing up we would go to the Barons hockey games because there was nothing else to do and also there would be public school boys there. However, we would make a point of sitting in this little obstructed view area and paying more attention to our french fries and the boys and being secretly jealous [okay, not so secretly] of the public school girls who always seemed more fashionable and older [in a good way]. I can honestly say that I didn't absorb any of the game.

And so it goes. I developed an interest in many other spectator sports [not just baseball, but these days I do like to focus] - NFL, college basketball, college football, NBA, tennis [yes, tennis], soccer/football...yup, yup. Then it kinda became a "thing" - that I hate hockey. That I've never seen a hockey game. And I embraced that. But, no more. For tonight I watched a hockey game. On a Saturday night, even [as an aside when I was growing up I thought that Saturday *was* Hockey Night in Canada - like, that was the name of Saturday and the only time hockey existed on TV]. While eating dinner. What I found was - I have no clue where the puck is. And - I know that statement is oft repeated for people unitiated to hockey. It doesn't make it less true. I couldn't even eat my dinner - not because I was so engrossed - but because I just couldn't follow. The commentators are spectactularly unhelpful [should have watched on NBC I guess - I feel they would have dumbed it down]. It was okay, though. I don't think I will be watching again though. It's like...the anti-baseball.