As some of you may know, I'm a crazed NHL fan, made even more rabid by the unholy happenstance of a year with no hockey and beginning the season in a great NHL town with nothing else to do. I won't go into too much detail there, but I've seen more NHL games in person this year then I've seen all the rest of my life combined. As a result, I'm finding I tend to watch more games on TV too. (Note to Gary Bettman: OHL was not the answer to ESPN's reduced bid. Please fix this fiasco immediately. Thanks.)
Now, I don't watch a lot of sports or push for too much TV time generally as I'll watch most anything. I can dish on Desparate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy with as much vim and vigor as I can about Teen Titan's and the like. About the only thing I cannot abide anymore is Sponge Bob - and that only because I've seen every episode at least 5 times and now get it in stereo - from the wife if not the children, but I digress. When I do happen to turn an NHL game on for a few minutes, it can clear a room. But this year, all of the children asked to be taken to a game. The wife (who is also an avid NHL fan) and I couldn't resist the temptation, especially since we live in an area that has tickets for $10 (even before the lockout) always available. So, last night we took the plunge.
The kids, not knowing what to expect were immediately excited and nervous. Excited for the experience, while nervous that they wouldn't like it. The youngest even got nervous when they turned the lights down because he didn't know what was going to happen. As it turns out, they all enjoyed the game tremendously and are looking forward to going some other time soon (guess I need to get another job). It was the kids first professional sporting event, and I think we've got 'em hooked. So, while the home team lost, the kids won - and ultimately, that is the way things should always work out.