To watch or not to watch…

Tonight brings Game 6 to us from Pittsburgh, and I have a big decision to make.

To watch or not to watch.

Yes I know, what kind of fan am I if I don’t right? After all its the playoffs, and I know I should watch it. I know I should support the team and all. And yes I do. I love watching them, I love the hits the shots. The back and forth between these two teams. Its fun, its exciting and like it was on Saturday, a win is exhilarating. Its the the thought that if we win tonight we can bring it back home for game 7 on Thursday. It would be a comeback for years to come. So why shouldn’t I watch?

Yet, it is also emotional. It is hide my face under my hoodie with each goal that we get, it’s nail biting. It’s trying to stay cool and ignore each outburst that my husband does. If it is hard to watch as a fan, it is even harder when your husband is part of the organization. This is his job, his team. What they do depends on what he does and how he feels. While he may not agree with this, he does  not realize how emotional he gets, yes I am speaking of the hockey PMS. During playoffs it can be like riding a damn roller coaster. Believe me I fear our furniture will not survive another round if it is going to be like this.

And its knowing that if it all ends tonight, that I will have to listen to days of doubt, question and blame. I will have to come in to the office to coworkers who will no doubt want to discuss it with me-because somehow I get to be held responsible for their wins and losses- when I would rather be discussing anything other than hockey at that moment. Believe me I do not look forward, nor want to have these discussions.

And I will not even begin to go on about the oh so wonderful commentary from certain commentators. Because yea, lets just not get me started on that one. Since I have some strong words on the topic.

Perhaps the safer option for me in regards to it is to let my husband watch it from downstairs and do all the yelling he wants while I barricade myself up, upstairs while listening to the game on mute.


Tis the season

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.