I'll admit, I'm not a hockey nut in the concept of knowing stats for every single member of a fantasy team.  I personally do not care for the idea of fantasy teams. I prefer the team as a whole. I see no reason to break it apart so that I can score points in some cyber world.  None at all.  Now, if I were to break down my favorite team, it would be to add, with no thought to salary cap, a few more of my favorite players.  I can convince myself that this is somehow different.

My point, however, is that while I may not be a numbers person, I am a hockey one.  I never got the hang of skating, no matter how I tried, but I love to watch the sport itself.  I watch teams I can scarcely name three players for simply because it is back and because I can.  This drives my family crazy from time to time, but, hey, I've had to sit through hours of football (NFL not soccer) coverage and even more endless days without break of politics.  If I happen to make everyone appreciate, for a second at least, the great sport, then they can go back to their regularly scheduled programming when I'm done.

Now while I'm in a 6.5 heaven, I won't go crazy and call it 7th, I have a few issues.  First and foremost, stop calling it the 2012/2013 season.  Just because we hockey fans are either foolish or stupid enough to come back to the NHL after being drug along like the consolation girl friend for the better part of six months does not mean that this season had anything to do with last year.  Yeah, so some signings happened before the lock out, but that should not count.  Stop pretending, NHL and NHLPA, that you did this for us.  Even I'm not that naive. 

Okay, so I ranted.  That is the point of this blog.  My family does not follow hockey by and large, and they tend to get annoyed with me for harping on about it.  Now that I've sent my thoughts into the great abyss of my blog, well, maybe it'll keep me sane and quiet for a few more days.  Maybe.

BlytheLea.

TGIF(here)

Thank God It's Finally Here. 

So after over a hundred days spent waiting, agonzing, and alternatively weeping and swearing, the hockey lock out is over.  Within just a few short days, the season itself will begin, and the crazy madness that will herald a shortened sesason will be upon us.  Am I excited?  Of course.  But that does not mean I am also not pissed that it took this long.  I mean, honestly, if I lived where there was  professional team and I was in a position to afford regular games, I would seriously consider a token boycott.  It would accomplish nothing but perhaps to make me feel a little better.  However, I do not live near a professional team.  Ironically, the team I am closest to I hate almost as much as the Philadelphia Flyers.  Which, coming from a Pittsburgh Penguins fan should say something.  The greater irony and useless information would come in the fact that while abroad a year ago, the only other hockey fan I ran into was a Canadian, and not just a Canadian, but a Canucks fan.  Awkward.

So, what is the point of this?  Well, I don't think there is one.  I am thrilled to death to have a season, albeit a shortened one, but I will enjoy it all the same. Still, I feel like the girlfriend whose boyfriend didn't call, and didn't call, but who I love enough to take back anyway with a good excuse.  I think I'll start to hate myself should this happen again, and I fall for the same line.  Then, I'll be no better than any cookie cutter chick flick.  But, honestly, what Prince Charming will come sweeping in to save me from my madness?  Football?  Still haven't moved past their betrayal, added onto the Saints issues.  Baseball?  No offense to the sporting world in general, I find it boring.  Basketball?  Likewise, kinda boring.  Soccer?  I played it, and when I'm in Europe, I watch it, but, still, nothing.  I thought cycling might help me, but that turned out to be even more screwed up.  At least hockey came back with a reasonable excuse.  All cycling ever did to me was lie.  At some point, a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do.

Signing out (and waiting for Saturday)

BlytheLea