You know what they say- there is always room for another Masshole. They actually didn’t say that, but here I am. If you met me you may not guess that I am from Boston. As a communications major I was forced to ditch the Boston accent and pick up the Rs I had been dropping since I could speak.
Never in a million years would I have thought I would be blogging about hockey. I played soccer through college, grew up alongside two basketball-playing brothers and was a basketball cheerleader in high school. Not a whole lot of my time was spent in a hockey rink but that doesn’t make me any less of a fan than any of you. Before you question my credibility and write me off, hear me out.
In college I met a hockey player, from Canada, who was the captain of the hockey team at Harvard University, a Habs fan and prospect of one of the Bruin’s biggest rivalries. I know, we are match made in heaven. If I was going to make that work I was going to have to start speaking his language, figuratively (hockey) not literally (French- Unfortunately I took 8 years of Spanish in school, wrong choice). After attending the Beanpot, the best college hockey showcase in Boston, I fell in love with the sport. I realized quickly that I had a lot of learning to do. Being a fan of the Bruin’s wasn’t good enough. I am kind of a dork and wanted to know more. There was an entire culture that I needed to figure out. A back-story that makes this game so great! What is it that make’s hockey so great? What causes this cult-like following of beastly, rough and tough men on skates? Why did the league almost fold? I dedicated my thesis in graduate school to these very inquiries and in short, it can be concluded that the passion for the game and the die-hard dedication of the fans keeps this sport alive. Why on earth would I not want to be a part of that!?
On the flipside, since my above story worked out, I am currently engaged to a professional hockey player. The players’ die-hard dedication to the fans and to the sport is an equal factor in keeping this game so magical. I am lucky enough to be a link between the two. I get to see it from both sides every single weekend (at least most weekends that I can take a flight and get to a game.) The trials and tribulations of a hockey wife- not as glamorous as you might think but that is a whole other story.
Name: From here on out you can refer to me as D. My posts and tweets will be tagged that way.
Hometown Team: Boston Bruins.
Favorite Team: Boston Bruins.
(Hey S! SUCK IT! She’s a Bruins fan too!!! ;) -L )
Hockey Husband: Literally- in June of 2013 I will have one. But I don’t kiss and tell. (We are KIND OF jealous…..no wait….I take that back….we’re extremely jealous. AND HAPPY! CONGRATS, D! -L)
Favorite Old Timer: Bobby Orr, naturally. (Girl after my own heart -L)
Coach of the year: Claude Julien. Prediction: Back-to-back Stanley Cups
Favorite Tweeter: This is a really tough question because I follow close to 1,000 people, places, and things for all different reasons. I get 90% of my news, every day, from Twitter.
Least Favorite Team: Unfortunately one is my fiancé’s home town team, and the other is the team he is under contract with. GO FIGURE.
Least Favorite Player: Matt Cooke. Sorry L & S but really this is a guy who has been suspended repeatedly through out his career for cheap hits and not to mention pretty much ended the solid career of Marc Savard. (*sigh* Fine…I guess we’ll accept your hatred for Cookie. We still like to think of him as a great guy. WE LOVE YOU COOKIE! -L) If I haven’t sold you, check out this video evidence.
Five solid minutes of filth.
Scariest Player: Marchand- so small and unpredictable… kind of a loose cannon. I suppose the same could be said about him as Cooke, given his history with this subject, but he is a Bruin. Should he ever be with another organization we can move him up a spot.
Best Hockey hair: Dare I say- Rob Lowe and Patrick Swayze in Youngblood?