Did you really think I was talking about Christmas?
Hockey (pre)season is upon us! Thank the hockey lords that once again we are blessed with frozen tundras filled with skates, zamboni’s and pucks. And while hockey fans will debate whether the preseason even counts as hockey, it does give us our first (watered-down) taste of what we’ve waited three (conference champs), four (rest of playoff contenders) or even five months (the “still couldn’t reach the postseason” teams) for.
“But Ashley,” you say, “It’s the best time in baseball!” For who? Half of the “guaranteed playoff teams” are blowing it, while the rest of the league sits their starters and debates about where Prince Fielder and Albert Pujols will sign. BORING.
“Um, hello!” You try, “It’s football season!” Hey, I love football just as much as the next girl, but I get bored spending one (two for college) day a week watching sports. I need more consistent action that’s not in the form of Dancing with the Stars or Survivor.
The start of the season fills that missing void for fans. No longer do we need to create our own twitter hashtags for entertainment (although I absolutely loved #BetterBluesSlogans and #ObscureFormerBlues.) No, we can now tailgate in $20 lots just to purchase $10 beers inside. We can scream from the rafters of the Scottrade Center “and the home of the BLUES” during the National Anthem and in no way make it un-American. We can now prepare to yell “1, 2, 3” with Towel Man and “We Want Tacos” after four goals, even though we won’t actually get them.
Hockey fans, welcome back. Not a hockey fan? Sorry I’m Not Sorry.
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