Love is.... not complaining when your husband watches 4 hours of TSN.
It's playoff time! Whoooooooooo!
I'm learning how to be excited about hockey, basically because I'm gleaning information from the conversations my husband, my brother-in-law, and Owen the Breeder-Barn guy have during break at work. That, and I don't mind watching Sportscentre with Ty. It is actually interesting! Especially when you start to recognize names and numbers of players.
"Hey! I know that guy! He scored a wicked goal against the St Louis Blues last September! He should ask for a trade because you know that the Bluejackets are a dead-end team, they're not going anywhere!"
That's right. I speak hockey.
For a girl that grew up in a house where the only hockey we ever watched was the occasional Stanley Cup playoff game (usually featuring the ever-toiling, ever-failing Leafs) and besides that, zilch, I do pretty good keeping up to my hockey-crazy relatives.
I heard a rumour that Roberto Luongo (only one of the two best goalies in the entire WORLD) has asked for a trade from his do-nothing team, and one of the teams that he mentioned he would like to be traded to is the Ottawa Senators. I would LOVE that. Ottawa is my favourite team, and Vancouver is Mike's. Don't think for a second that I wouldn't rub it in for the rest of his life.
"We got Luooongo and Youuuu Dooon't!"
That would be truly sweet.
I'm quite happy that I'm able to enjoy something that I would be forced to watch anyways. If I'm going to watch something for months on end, I may as well get pumped up about it!