me? hockey?
I watched the Hockey World Championships.
(Yes, yes, aren't you all proud of me??)
A Canadian friend told me on Sunday afternoon that Canada was in the gold-metal game, but when asked if I would be watching, without giving it much thought I said "no". I only remembered it was on in the evening after randomly flipping to that particular channel while eating dinner, and I found myself unexpectedly attached to the game. I watched all by myself (no one here follows hockey -- it's Europe, if anything, they watch 'football') and without even the benefit of commentary because the satellite channel was from Germany. I didn't feel much of the excitement (or, in this case, shall I say frustration?) that usually accompanies high-energy sports, and I didn't even care that Canada lost...
...but there was something strangely comforting about seeing guys in maple leaf-clad jerseys gliding across the ice, and knowing that people at home were watching the same thing...
(Yes, yes, aren't you all proud of me??)
A Canadian friend told me on Sunday afternoon that Canada was in the gold-metal game, but when asked if I would be watching, without giving it much thought I said "no". I only remembered it was on in the evening after randomly flipping to that particular channel while eating dinner, and I found myself unexpectedly attached to the game. I watched all by myself (no one here follows hockey -- it's Europe, if anything, they watch 'football') and without even the benefit of commentary because the satellite channel was from Germany. I didn't feel much of the excitement (or, in this case, shall I say frustration?) that usually accompanies high-energy sports, and I didn't even care that Canada lost...
...but there was something strangely comforting about seeing guys in maple leaf-clad jerseys gliding across the ice, and knowing that people at home were watching the same thing...
posted by melissa at 3:38 p.m.
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