It’s hard to believe that the twilight of the offseason is almost over, and preseason puck is only days away! I don’t know about you, but it still feels like August to me! Alas, hockey and I have been having some problems with our marriage, and the 2009-10 season is expected to be a very difficult one for us.
Last season, our relationship took a devastating turn in the final stretch. Perhaps there were too many games both on and off the ice, but careless words and empty ultimatums were thrown around in the heat of the moment. Like any wife, I feel that hockey takes me for granted sometimes. He’s forgotten that my support is not some unwavering and unconditional thing. He seems to think that I’ll just be there for him no matter what he does or no matter how it puts me out. He doesn’t appreciate the effort on my part, like turning my life upside down, or dropping everything to fly to Anaheim and beyond.
I spent the greater part of the offseason trying to work through our problems. Naturally, this was mostly a one-sided effort on my part. Hockey liked things the way they were. He didn’t want to have to pick up the phone or get on his knees and plant tulips…er…beg me to stay. No, hockey is satisfied in knowing that I’ll be rinkside until death do us part.
Of course, this made things difficult in terms of planning out the 09-10 season. Nevertheless, I’ve decided to stay the course with Phoenix for my first two regular season games this year in Pittsburgh (October 7th) and Buffalo (October 8th), after that it will all depend on how unpleasant those games were. However, after hearing about the Taylor Pyatt signing in the desert, I am more enthusiastic about this decision! My body temperature actually rose 3oF when I read the news! Hopefully, Gretzky keeps him off the Lombardi line because I might faint from too much man if they are together. Tell the Mellon Arena staff to keep a paramedic on hand for me just in case!
Anyway, team selection is not the only potential obstacle threatening our marriage this season. It is looking more and more likely that I will be moving to Kamloops, British Columbia at some point early on in the season. This move will put a definite strain on my marriage. I’ll be moving from the hub of hockey, to a place where the closest NHL team is three hours away, and the second closest is seven! It’s a good thing I anticipated the switch to Phoenix at Christmas and made sure I had those Aeroplan cards set up! Guess I’ll be brushing up on the WHL while I’m there. Either way, the uncertainty of my home base is making our relationship rocky right now, even if I do decide to stay here in the long run for whatever reason like, I don’t know, an NHL team in Hamilton!
Now on to other things…
Welcome, Sweden!
The Psycho Lady Hockey universe has expanded again, and I’ve noticed that I’ve developed quite a strong and regular readership in Sweden! I’ve even found write ups in Swedish that I had to run through the old FreeTranslation.com in order to understand. So, I’d just like to take a moment to formally welcome my new readers from across the Atlantic! I guess I’m going to have to start reading up on the Swedish Elite League.
Confessions of a Hockey Addict Through the Worst Photography You’ve Ever Seen [08-09 Edition]
I’ve been feeling like a slacker lately since most of my recent entries have been lists and photo albums! It’s the offseason, so what can you do! Anyway, if you’ve been waiting with bated breath for the 08-09 edition, then fear not, it is on its way. I am currently waiting on some pictures taken at the infamous Pittsburgh game last season. These pictures have not seen the light of day, as they were from such a mess of an evening. Currently, they are still on my friend’s camera which is buried in a moving box in London, ON. As soon as she gets them to me, I’ll post the final installment (until next summer). That is, of course, only if the pictures are appropriate! Perhaps, I should recite the “morning after” conversation to remind you of what happened that night.
Me: OK *notices headache,*this is what I don’t remember. I don’t remember paying at the bar, and I don’t remember going to sleep.
Friend: Well after you started giving [Pittsburgh Penguin] shit for having a teenstache…
Me: I didn’t say that to his face!
Friend: Oh, yes, you did. You should have seen the look on his face *imitates look on his face.* Then Britney Spears paid at the bar, and we went on one of the tour buses.
Me: Oh yeah, I remember the bus.
Friend: Yes, then we came back here. One minute you were sitting on the chair, the next minute I look over and you were on the floor.
Me: Are you kidding me?
Friend: Oh no. I had to fireman pull you into bed and put your pajamas on.
Me: *notices missing bra*
Friend: Yup, your boobs were everywhere.
For the record, I had just flown in from Anaheim and I was still traumatized from the experience! I don’t drink normally, and apparently have no tolerance for it LOL. Until next time…keep your stick on the ice!
