For many years I expressed disdain and disrespect.
I scoffed at those who held the game so dear.
I was blinded by ignorance.
I have been shown the light.
I've been watching the Stanley Cup playoffs with my neighbor. He is from Detroit and lives for the Red Wings. I humored him and sat through a few regular season games to get the feel of things. Then I watched some playoff hockey and...I got to tell ya. That shit is intense.
I found myself watching the Penguins game last night. By myself.
So, I guess I've found something to help scratch my off-season itch.