Do you hear that? It is the collective sigh from those of us who love hockey. Tonight is the night
Hockey is back.
I am not ashamed to admit that this one of my favorite things about fall. The start of a new season, the promise from every team around the league that this will be our year, the hope of every fan that loves any given team that it just will be our year. The eternal optimist in me fully believes this is our year.
And now that it is back, it means that on any given night you will find yours truly flipping around to find a game, often any game. Especially in the first month or so when I have missed the sport so much that any game will cure my fix.
Of course this day also means I lose my husband. Perhaps not in the same way as it used to be, he no longer has to work every game late in to the night, and if I actually think about it, I lost him right after we got back from vacation in August. But still once hockey season starts, it seems as though I lose him to the sport. From here on out until June (if all goes well that is) conversations will revolve around what players he has to configure in to programs and on boards. He will spend a lot of waking hours at home behind his computer working on projects, upcoming events and other various happenings that the Capitals are involved in instead of spending time with family and friends. Because as much as we are important; this one project needs to get done that much more.
And let us not forget the hockey PMS. What is hockey PMS? It is exactly what it sounds like. It’s the constant mood swings depending on how the season is going. It’s the “we are doing amazing so lets go and celebrate” or the opposite of, “well there goes our season so its better to leave me a lone.” It is stress eating and drinking. It is cursing at the TV one moment and then jumping up and doing that hockey dance with little man the next. It is trade deadline so nerves, emotions and everything else you can imagine is stressed beyond belief. I have learned in the years of being married in to the organization that it often best to just leave him alone during these times. Sometimes it is best not to say anything and just listen.
And yes it lasts until June, or whenever we are eliminated from playoff contention. As much I do not like hockey PMS and as much as I look forward to having my husband back, I will gladly put up with it, even smiling and going through it on my own if need be if it means this is our year.
Bring on the season.