this winter hasn’t been so rough

sid added, “funny story but I actually, for a long time, didn’t know you could think about things other than hockey when you went home. I mean I guess I theoretically understood that there were people out there who didn’t play hockey and so probably weren’t thinking about it at home, but I always assumed they’d be thinking instead about the gaping void in their lives where something (hockey) should be. I remember one time my longtime girlfriend asked me what I was thinking about and I said oh my god, who are you, how did you get into my house, because in the decade plus that we’ve been living happily together in our shared home I’d been allocating 110% of my brain space to thinking about what the team could try and improve on or how I could help the guys out, and had forgotten that anything or anyone else existed. that was a real wakeup call for both of us and we agreed that moving forward I’d take a ten minute break every evening (on non-game days) to think about stuff that wasn’t hockey.”

sid: he told me I was too pretty to play hockey. he told me my big brown eyes and impossibly full mouth gave me an unfair advantage in faceoffs. he told me I belonged on the cover of the sports illustrated swimsuit edition clad only in a scanty little bikini, not out on the ice. he called me his sexy little pinup girl and asked if I was free friday night so he could take me out to a fancy dinner & treat me right. he said he’d treat me right all night long. I said thanks :) I actually get this a lot but we’re playing the devils friday so I can’t :(

This is the coolest ever holy shit

This really says everything

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

damn ok…

The Ethics of Sports Fandom, Adam Kadlac