Ice Hockey, More Than A Game
Is Hockey Just A Game?
Hockey means a lot of things to a lot of people. To me, it used to be just a game. And I know that by me saying that, it’s putting it lightly. I was not much of a follower of the game most of my life and if I’m being honest, I knew the game existed and bought in to the fact that it was mostly about fighting.
That saying, “I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out,” was what I thought hockey was.
When I married Aaron, as passionate as he was, I was merely an onlooker. Watching it on TV was pretty hard, I couldn’t follow the puck, it was pretty fast and the rules seemed confusing and odd.
I asked a lot of questions…probably the same questions over and over, but Aaron is a pretty patient teacher. I think most ‘true’ fans can be, as their love for the game is evident when they talk about who got traded, what’s happening in the standings and what team is on a winning streak etc.
One year for Christmas my mom bought Aaron a Santa pack from the Philadelphia Flyers and we made a weekend out of it. We drove up to Philly to attend one of their regular season games, and I was blown away, what an experience.
I think that’s when my interest peeked for the game. I loved the in-arena experience, the passion of the fans, and the friendliness of everyone there (those that were Flyers fan of course!)
Actually seeing the game live was something else and made the game of hockey more interesting to watch.
Hockey Is A Way Of Life
In 2014 when we landed a video project with the WHL Tri-City Americans and we went to almost all 36 home games, I saw the game of hockey in a different light.
It was more than just a game, it was a way of life. The people who keep the game running behind the scenes, the players and the fans make the game what it is.
So if you were to ask me now, what does hockey mean to me, I’d have to say:
“Hockey is a love affair that brings excitement and sorrow. Satisfaction and frustration. Confidence and apprehension.”
Having attended almost every Tri-City Americans game for the last three years, I’ve come to appreciate the passion of the fans and have gained a more in depth understanding of the game. There’s nothing like sitting in my seat listening to those seasoned fans, yelling at the refs for a bad penalty call, and even a missed penalty. Groaning rather loudly when the player misses a pass, or hits the crossbar. I’ve actually been one to chime in a time or two. It’s become a staple in our section. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So I have to ask,
What does hockey mean to you?