Not just A fever. THE fever.
Something is happening to me. Something I've never experienced before. Those of you who know me well, will perhaps gasp audibly when I tell you...
Last night, I watched the ENTIRE Canadiens/Flyers hockey game.
The whole freakin' thing. And I was into it. I liked it! Chewin' my nails at some points. Sitting at the edge of my seat. Holding my breath. Yelling at the TV.
That is not me. I have never had an inkling of an interest in sports. NONE. Never played 'em as a kid. Never watched 'em. Nuthin'. I never understood why people were so into sports. It's a joke around the station, actually. "Hey, Nat - we're talkin' hockey - did you see the (heh, snicker) game last nite?" It's a bit of a crime, really - being from Timmins where so many pro hockey players are from. And living in Montreal, a true hockey town. I have been a disgrace to my countrymen and I admit it.
I think it started when Corn started getting into hockey. He played a bit on local rinks this winter. Then he joined a local league. And now I guess am a fan by osmosis. I didn't even know it was happening, even and now, look at me. An entire game.
I don't even know the rules. So, I am asking lots of questions. I am learning about powerplays and breakaways and what the blue line means. Last night I asked Corn what stick-holding was. And I didn't even get that it was about a player holding ANOTHER guy's stick. I thought the player was holding his own stick. And I wondered why he'd get in trouble for holding his own stick. If I made hockey rules, I would say that stick-holding is fine as long as you are a consenting adult.
Anyway, I guess I'm a late bloomer. And it's quite possible that this is a passing Playoff fad. But right now, I'm a hockey fan. I want the Habs to win. And the more I yell at the TV, the better their chances.