Hockey is Life, Life is Hockey

I've been a hockey fan for as long as I can remember.  This damn sport consumes my life.  I've devoted so much time, energy, money, and patience to hockey, it's hard to remember a time that I wasn't scheduling my life around a game. 

And I know I'm not the only one like this.  One look at my timeline and you see wannabe reporters, amateur statistians.  There's no shortage of internet fights over Corsi, feminsm, intangebles, class.  It's exhausting, really!  Everyone has an opintion, everyone wants to fight yours, and if no one is fighting you, CLEARLY YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG! 

But occaisonally I step back and realize no matter how old I get, this will forever be me, deep down inside. 

And you're no different than me.

Them Pucks Are Tricky Little Bastards

Look at that mortification

Because I am a good employee that doesn’t fall asleep at her desk (any more), I miss most west coast games.  Which means I missed the first New York Rangers win of the season and will continue to miss their wins until they come back east.  Unfortunately I miss the truly ridiculous: Patrick Roy’s enthusiasm, Jagr’s return goal, the Teemu based circle jerks, etc.

And I miss Jonathan Quick scoring on himself.  

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