women's hockey:)

Wedding planner Ozzy vs wedding saboteur Roque will embark on a loony-tunes-esque battle to protect and disrupt the clourbonais wedding and I envy everyone that will get a front row seat to the antics.

nhl commentators love to be like “and how did you know he would be there to receive that pass? did you feel him? would you know him by touch alone, by smell” and then the guy’s like “i looked”

i think one of my favourite things about watching sports (beyond the sport itself) is the magical thinking, the way every spectator feels responsible for the success of the team. the people who are physically there need to sing and scream as loud as possible but then everyone at home has their little rituals. who's to say if the goal we scored was because the players know how to play or because i refused to go to the bathroom, this friend of a friend in rio sat down to watch the game for the first time in his life, these dudes in lanús lit a candle, my cat walked into the room, this woman in caballito did an intention ritual to cure the evil eye, my coworkers in núñez switched seats, a friend froze their goalie. i mean clearly the first option but i think it's (1) hilarious that this kind of magical thinking seems to be largely unavoidable (2) a lot of fun. we're all doing our part ❤️