"howja feel about the hockey?"

everyday my dad calls. it's always the same thing, "howja feel about the hockey?"

the hockey. let's get into that for a sec.

no season pros: when i go to the bars now, i can actually get the pool table without the silly ritual of dropping some coin on the table and watching strangers play to make sure they understand you're next. saturdays out in the sun don't end abruptly at 4pm for hockey night in canada. my don cherry nightmares have ceased. i no longer spend the better part of my days wondering exactly how messier's head got to be so big. consumption of beer now begins at around 8pm instead of when the puck drops. i get more reading, writing and work done. my business partners aren't pre-occupied. haven't seen a fight on a sheet of ice between two men dressed in shorts stuffed with pillows and shoes with knives bolted to them in quite some time. not tearing my hair out due to boredom when the 3rd hour of a regular season game starts has left my hair looking quite nice if i do say so myself. conversations amongst friends actually touch on topics that matter!

no season cons: less social getherings (calling someone up to "chill" isn't as exciting as, say, "hey wanna watch my canucks clean the ice with your leafs?"). playoffs in vancouver are a fun time for everyone, comraderie, parties, flag waving, cheers heard all over the city simultaneously, it's an atmosphere i definitely miss. no reason to squeeze the playoff chicken or rearrange furniture for luck.

no season trump: revoltingly spoiled grown men are no longer making obscene amounts of money to play a game they supposedly love. multi-billionaires are no longer making obscene amounts of money to sell tickets at sick prices to watch the aforementioned spoiled grown men chase rubber on ice.

i say to hell with the nhl. if i'm ever inspired to watch hockey again, i'll go down the street and watch real men play for nothing.

that's all i have to say about hockey.

posted by Courtney at 4:44 p.m.

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