Since I was born, hockey has been my life. I skipped my Formal dance last year to watch the Penguins/Red Wings game. If my friends wanted to party with me on a Saturday night when there was an important game on, I’d cancel. I was 3 years old when my dad first laced up my skates. I could skate better than I could walk, and that’s when my parent’s knew that hockey would quickly become my world. I played in a girls house league for years, my life was at the skating rink.
Growing up, I always thought I should be a boy. I was the only girl on my team, and I knew the game better than anybody around me. The term “puck bunny” is like a dagger to my heart. That word gets thrown around at me all the time, by people who really don’t know anything about me. Yes, I have an appreciation for the God-sent hair of Kris LeTang. So what? I’m a fan of the game, not only the players. I’ve watched Latvia vs. Kazahkstan hockey games, and managed to stay glued to the screen.
I grew up around the game, all of my family members played. Everyday, in and out, hockey is a factor in my life. Whether it’s exhaustion from playing a triple overtime game, or the heart break of watching the Penguins lose in Game 7, hockey affects me. Hockey is at every rink I’ve ever played at. It’s in all of my friends’ basement’s on a Saturday night. Hockey is on the streets in the summer, on the frozen lakes in the winter. Hockey is something that has moved with me in every state of my life. Hockey is in my heart. So no, I didn’t technically “become” a female hockey fan, I was born one.