The King Is Back.

March 20, 2012

I will never stop calling him Sid the Kid. Ever.

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I know, I suck.

March 20, 2012

Sorry everybody.

I’ll be blogging all the playoffs, I promise.


Um?

October 13, 2010

I don’t know what this is, or how it happened, but it needs to occur more often.

[oilers]

Yes please. With some of the Penguins. Scratch that — all of them.

NHL GOES NUDE.


Look at You You’re Growing Old So Young

May 26, 2010

So.

Nikita Filatov turned 20 yesterday.

No big deal.

Happy Birthday, superstar.


Enough Said.

May 24, 2010

Taylor Hall, you and your mother melt my heart.

Congrats, Spits. Back to back champs.


Is This Real Life?

May 24, 2010

Chicago is going to the finals.

Oh my baby jesus.


How I Became A Female Hockey Fan.

May 19, 2010
How I became a female hockey fan isn’t some cliche story about how my dad got me into it a year ago when I didn’t really care before that. I’m not a recent hockey fan, not someone who judges the teams based on how cute the goalie is. No. I was born into the sport. From my the moment I was born, hockey became my life. I used to sit on my dads lap in our living room in Toronto and watch the games, because we couldn’t afford tickets to the ACC. From the early age of two, I could rehearse the players numbers and names, while always trying to make my dad frustrated by cheering for the opposite team. If he was cheering for Ottawa, I was cheering for Buffalo.

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.