The Hockey Rush!
(This is Mr. Ewert’s personal blog sharing for this week. Have you done yours?)
I have never really been a big hockey fan, that is until just recently. I wasn’t a hockey player when I was a kid, my hometown never had an NHL team, and I never found it something I wanted to watch on television. Although hockey is a part of Canadian culture that seems to flow in our very veins it just never seemed to flow in mine.
But then I started to change. In high school I still didn’t play hockey, but I got into football. I loved it! The rush of the play, the excitement of the hits, and the glory of the win. I was part of something larger then myself and it had a place in my heart.
Years later my wife got me into watching football on television. I had been living in Winnipeg for many years and knew that the “Bomber Nation” was a loud, living, breathing entity all around me. I started to watch and it was exciting. I suddenly felt like I was part of something larger once more. The crowd cheered, the plays were exciting, and my wife was yelling at the television with a ferocious edge.
Before I know it I was hooked. I started going to live games and screaming alongside the fans. The rush and excitement took me away and suddenly I was part of a massive flow that is the Bomber Nation. I was a full citizen of “Swaggerville”. The sports bug was in me.
But I wasn’t a hockey fan yet. It was 2011 and the Jets hadn’t played in Winnipeg since the 1990s. I had no home team and it seemed that picking one at random or one that was already a winning team was just lame, like some cherry-picking fan strategy. So why watch?
I would watch the Olympic games or the junior hockey championships but those were few and far between so my hockey flame had nowhere to start from.
Then the Jets returned to Winnipeg in a triumphic windfall of energy. Winnipeggers everywhere were excited to have their team back and the feelings were infectious. The sports bug started calling from within and soon I was chanting “Go Jets go!” along with 600,000 Winnipeggers. Once again I felt that I was part of something larger than myself and it was fun!
Now I’m watching most of the games and enjoying every minute of it! I’m starting to know the different strategies of the teams, the different lines on the ice, and of course my armchair coaching skills are developing as well. Isn’t it crazy how those refs are always wrong?
When I’m watching hockey I’m with my family and sharing the moment. It has become an event with us watching the game, eating snacks, talking about the Jets, and of course, ringing our hockey light when the Jets score. I wasn’t a hockey fan growing up but nowadays, when the puck hits the ice, I’m screaming “Go Jets Go!”
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