What that means is, that on a genetic level, I have a great love for the game of hockey.
Which of course means that in typing the above title, a little bit of my soul died.
For you non-sports people who don't know, the NHL has finally come to the end of one of the shittiest lock-outs in hockey history. If you feel the need to understand the why, read THIS.
The why is not really the problem. Because at this point I DON'T GIVE A CRAP.
I refuse to come running because they have finally managed to get their shit together.
Ok we don't REALLY suck. But we haven't made the playoffs in what, 7 years? And we haven't won a championship since 1967.
And yet every single year they sell out every single game. And every pre-season, there's some idiot on the news saying he's going to mark his spot on Yonge St. for the parade because THIS will be the year that we win the Cup.
Are you shitting me?
At least the up-side of the strike was that I had a few more months where I didn't have to watch the Leafs lose.
But now hockey is coming back.
Except, I won't be watching it.
I joined a football pool this year and have been following the NFL because a girl needs a sport to watch! And my hockey wasn't around when I needed it, so like a trampy teenage girl, I went looking for something better. Something that would support MY needs as a sports fan. And ya know what? I stopped missing hockey months ago. And now that it's come crawling back? I'm going to teach it a lesson and make it wait for when I'm READY to forgive it.