i am sitting in the dim living room, listening to the sound of my childhood.
it's game 7 of the series between pittsburg & montreal (i'm talking hockey, people), and there is random coaching advice, commentary and expletives being muttered by the men i love (curtis & vincent). toss in the occasional blaring of the horn to announce a goal, and you've got a perfect storm of nostalgia.
i grew up watching my dad watch hockey. there was nothing more fiercely observed in my home than the sacredness of Hockey Night in Canada. even the sound of the theme music warms the cockles of my heart. Don Cherry narrated saturday nights in the den downstairs. although we weren't allowed to speak (until commercial breaks), we were welcome to watch. i learned to follow the puck and love the game.
second intermission, and it's 4 - 2 montreal...
3 comments:
sad game for me, but at least now Sidney Crosby has time to find out who I am;) I have learned much from watching (illegal) hockey online (thank you to BS for that!). Much of them are from the CBC and I get to watch a lot of Canadian commercials and hear all about Saturday night hockey "here in Canada." It's like a strange window in the lives of others very far away. And then there's Don Cherry and his suits....
in the olympics USA against Canada i was going for Canada & my family was going for USA. I just want to let u know i LOVE canadian ppl :) That is our rule now, NO TALkING until commercial break!
**$porty#9**
I *heart* hockey :) yay pens lost!!
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