In case anyone needed a next generation of hockey players to ship, here’s some cuddly boys from the Plymouth Whalers. One’s a Caps prospect and one’s Bruins so maybe in a year or two we’ll have an interdivisional bromance.
my problem with goalies is that they always blame themselves no matter what and they just look so defeated after a loss and sometimes I just wanna be like BRO LAY BACK AND HAVE A BEER AND LET YOUR TEAM SULK INSTEAD THOSE FUCKERS DID NOT HELP YOU OUT AT ALL
The game of ice hockey means a whole lot of things to a whole lot of people. For some it’s an outlet, for others, a way of life. Whether you’re looking to escape or looking for unity. The game night rituals we all go through, whether it’s in the locker room, on the rink or in our own living rooms unite us all when the first puck hits the ice.
Then we wait
We wait for that moment that takes our breath away. The big hit, the gloves dropping, the go ahead goal. That moment that turns ordinary men into our heroes and weekend nights into unforgettable memories. Have you ever followed your team from the very start to the final whistle? You don’t just watch, you experience and you share this with thousands of others that cheered along with you all while silently knowing exactly why you’re all there all there. Sports fans understand why their team matters and why they cheer. At times we ask eachother why do we care so much? After all they say, it’s only just a game. Only a game? Hardly.
This has never been only a game, it means too much to too many people for too many reasons for it to be, just a game.