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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

March Mania

There we sit, two highly educated, highly articulate, cultured women of great taste and refinement, shouting at the television:

“What the hell do you mean, tripping? That wasn’t a trip, that was a Greg Louganis impersonation!”

“Did you see that move? Holy shit…I want to have his babies.”

“Kerry FUCKING Frasier.”

“Oh yes! Oh, come on, Helmer, go go go….YES! God, I love that kid.”

Ah, to be a hockey fan.

It’s actually my fault, this whole atmosphere of hockey mania that takes over our house this time of year. Having grown up in Michigan, I’ve been a hockey fan – more specifically a Detroit Red Wings fan – for years. Christine had always been interested in learning more about it, but had never really had the opportunity to get into it, until we became roommates.

When that happened, she got swept along in the tide of playoff hockey, and the Red Wings Stanley Cup win in 2008. Mostly because I’m selfish with the remote, but she also really dug it. In fact, in some ways it would appear that she digs it more than I do. She watches more regular season games, follows the stats pretty closely, and hangs on nearly every single drop of the puck. Me? I’ve been around long enough to realize that sweating every puck drop is a good way to give yourself an ulcer, so I save my energies for March. March is when the drive to the playoffs begins in earnest. March is when teams vying for those last few spots kick it up a notch, and the ones at the top of the board fight to hold onto their position.

March is when it all starts to happen. And in our house, it’s when the shouting begins. Really, when you think about it, it’s kind of cute. At least, that’s what we’ve chosen to believe.