America's Greatest Sport

How the hell have I never been to a hockey game before. I finally went for the first time last night and it was so much fun! It was a rivalry game against W, who beat us in the state finals last year, so tensions were already high, which were only supplemented with all the dirty playing that was occurring (if my biased self says so) by the W team. I came from a fun night in Boston with Kitty and Eliza and when we got there, the first period was over, and the score was 1-1. Then after a bunch of fights and a lot of booing at the W goalie, who we were standing behind, and who was an asshole, they scored on us again. Then, in the third period, we scored on them to bring the score to 2-2 and it was like the greatest moment of my life kiddingbutnot. So there's like five minutes left in the game and we're all jazzed because we're gonna go into overtime and have a chance to win this bitch and then the incredible happens. W scores with .1 seconds left in the game. .1. Not even a whole second. A tenth of a second. It was honestly unbelievable. If it was my town, it would have been the greatest moment in the history of our town, but it wasn't us, and it was quite possibly the most tragic. I was legitimately sad and this was only my first game (some of you might call me a bandwagon fan but I honestly see this as the start of something instead of just a phase). To top it all off, the next morning the NHL lockout was finally ended, so I'm going to take this as a sign that my relationship, so to speak, with hockey was meant to be. #BiggestPuckSlutYou'llEverMeet <-- (That was a joke. Kind of.)