While my home team lost the goal medal in the men’s ice hockey final at the Vancouver Olympics, the game did serve one purpose.
It reminded me – along with millions of other people watching – why I love hockey.
You know how people say they love things like it’s their job? I could easily have a job loving hockey. A lifer Capitals fan who happily supported the late, possibly-lamented minor league Dayton Bombers when I lived in Ohio, one of the great joys of my life has been watching my home team rise to playoffs (and I believe Stanley Cup-contender) level since I’ve been back.
Today, while I rooted for Team USA to beat Canada in the Olympic gold medal game, I realized around about the middle of the second period when USA got off of its collective ass and made it a real contest that this is why people who love hockey so much know that it’s such a great game. This is why, no matter how much old-time hockey fans complain about bandwagons and newbie fans, I think it’s cool that so many people have been sucked in by a growing NHL and this well-played North American Olympic contest.
I got fired up. As a fan familiar with the varying tempos of games I felt the situation change from a back and forth snoozer to a toss-upPowered by Sidelines