The first time I was on Up The Pucks (remember that podcast?), the guys presented me with a question, had I ever come face to face with sexism as a hockey or punk fan. And I could confidently say that, no. Nine times out of ten, people are pretty whatever about me being a fan, and those few exceptions, amend their opinions of me fairly quickly. Or I just stop listening to them.
And it really comes as no surprise to anyone that I took the day off to watch Team USA play Team Canada in the semi-finals of the Olympics. It’s two pure NHL teams facing on international ice to battle it out. No local guys, no college players, no hometown heroes for Sochi to root for, out on that ice for 60 minutes playing for their country. And this is where the issues of my fandom occurs. Never once did people care what I am packing in my pants but rather what I’m packing in my suitcase. I’ve found being an American fan of a Canadian sport has caused me more grief than anything.