I am not a hockey fan. Until last week I had never watched a hockey game. At all. I saw the occasional clip, but never an entire game. It did mean that when the insanity happens two blocks to the north on Whyte Avenue, I never felt a part of it. I can’t justifiably go crazy, as I’m not pumped up as everyone else.
But a friend convinced me to come to the bar and watch a game. So I have now watched two games of hockey. My friend was very helpful and gave me lessons as to what goes on in a game. So I learned about “offside” and “icing”. Like I said, I’ve never watched a game. I’m a bad Canadian.
The two games weren’t that inspiring as I got to watch the Oilers lose both of them. So it never sucked me in.
In fact tonight, I was enjoying reading the book jPod on my balcony. I had picked it up this morning. I could easily keep track of the game though. When a goal is scored, I can hear the cheer from the bars. I even got to see a helicopter circling over my place. Presumably that was a TV camera mounted on its nose.
Now I hear that the Oilers have won a game. We treat the hockey players like gods in this town. So our pantheon has beaten their pantheon. The wild party will start. How wild it is, is up for debate. It’s a weekend night, so the drunk people can stay out late and trash the place. But the temperature is dropping and it looks like rain. That would put a damper on the celebrations.

Go Oilers! 🙂