A couple of my friends came over this evening to watch the Habs-Leafs game on my big screen TV.
And they were surprised to find out that I hadn’t been planning to watch it, until they turned up.
And that I wasn’t the least bit excited that the season had finally started.
So I had to explain to them that no, my indifference had nothing to do with the strike, or all those calls to boycott the NHL, which I always knew were bullshit.
Because I know my people eh?
And the reasons my love affair with NHL hockey has cooled, are far more rational:
(1) I don’t like the professional game anymore. I find it too ugly and violent. I refuse to pay to watch thugs do to others, what in any other place would get them arrested . . .
So until the National Concussion League tightens the rules, punishes the guilty, and enlarges the rinks so the good players have a chance to get away from the goons, I won’t be going back.
(2) I don’t watch the games on TV because I don’t have RDS here, so I would have to watch the CBC and risk being exposed to this monstrous redneck . . .
And his reactionary views on EVERYTHING.
(3) I hate the way Stephen Harper has wrapped himself up in the national sport, and fooled people into thinking he’s a real hockey fan . . .
When he’s just a poseur, and Hockey Night in Harperland is nothing but a horror show.
And lastly, but not leastly, in a different Canada, if you were a proud Québécois like I am, and a proud Montrealer, being a Canadiens fan was practically a sacred thing.
But times change.
Sacrament !#@!!
And that was long ago…
But I will say this, I’m still hoping for about ten REALLY cold days.
So the canal or the lake can freeze over.
And we can play hockey like it’s supposed to be played . . .
Because when it’s played like that . . .
And here comes Simon, he SHOOTS !!!! He misses. He falls flat on his face.
I can almost forget that I live in Harperland eh?
And it’s still our game . . .
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