“We know that hockey is where we live, where we can best meet and overcome pain and wrong and death. Life is just a place where we spend time between games.”
—Fred "The Fog" Shero, who was the head coach of the Philadelphia Flyers during their Broad Street Bullies days.
When I read that quote, I thought, that is it. This is what hockey means to me.
If you have never watched a game or been to a game, if you have never been with fans of the game, then you are probably reading this and thinking, crazy.
I wish I had read that quote when my mom passed away in 2009, because if weren't for hockey, I'm sure getting over her death would have been ten times harder. Luckily, I did have hockey. For two and half hours, the only thing that mattered was the game. The only thing I thought about was the game. And for those moments late at night, when I couldn't sleep because I would wonder if I did enough, I'd read stats of players. It took my mind off the what ifs.
So, yes, I'm passionate about hockey. I might even be a little obnoxious with my passion, but I look at it this way...
For two and half hours, the world outside of the rink or outside of me watching a game, ceases to exist for me...and for two hours and half hours, all is right in the world.
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