I’m passionate about a lot of things but there is one thing this time of year that gets my pulse up, gives me full body chills, has me screaming, groaning, moaning, and in a constant state of alertness. Playoff hockey. Anyone who knows me personally, follows me on twitter, or Facebook, or reads my blog with any kind of attention at all knows that I am a hockey fan. More importantly I am a Philadelphia Flyers fan which should come as no surprise as I’m smart, educated, and incredibly cool.
What does playoff hockey mean to a hockey fan, it means that if your team is still playing and not retired to the golf courses, that you are in heaven. Playoff hockey means no shoot outs, it means overtimes until one team wins, there are no ties, no easy outs, and no excuses. Playoff hockey is grit, passion, blood, sweat, and playing with season battered bodies and through aches and pains. Playoff hockey is where we separate the men from the boys. The cream rises to the proverbial top.
What does playoff time mean for a fan like me? It means that I plan my activities around game times. Want to go to the bar? They better have a TV where I can not only see but hear the game sufficiently or I will be staying home, going to a house party, or a sports bar. I will NOT miss a game. I will wear my orange nail polish, my Flyers gear, and I will talk about the team, game, injuries, and series to no end. I will watch any playoff game, in any series, to get an idea of how each team we could face is playing.
What does this mean for my blogs, friends, family, and life in general? Pretty much everything goes on hold. It means I read between periods, write between games, and accept phone calls only at these times as well. If you call me during play do not expect me to answer. If you text me during play it will not be read. Most know these rules and those that don’t get schooled quickly.
Want to watch the game with me? That’s fine but there will be no playing around, tomfoolery, or flipping channels during play. Do not attempt a serious conversation with me. Do not ask me to explain rules of the game during a Power Play or Penalty Kill (I’m not insane, I allow questions during regular play) but prefer you wait until a whistle blows and play stops or in between periods. Expect me to yell, throw my hands up, curse, cheer, and otherwise be loud and animated. Laughing at me for said actions are ill advised unless my team is in the lead.
Why write this post now? Because my beloved Flyers have made it past the first round, knocking out our much hated inner state rivals the Penguins…and we’re on to the next round. Game 1 against the Devils is on Sunday. My life right now is hockey. I will eat, sleep, and breathe it. I will lose sleep to watch west coast games and I will be driving you crazy on twitter with my hockey rants. So, my friends, though I have some very great posts scheduled to go up, an amazing feature at a new online women’s magazine, and a lot to still brag about…I will be in a hockey stupor for a bit. Forgive me so neglecting you but know that I love you all the same.
And I shall leave you with the Flyers victory song with some fights, goals, and great saves. Enjoy your weekend!