In my humble opinion, hockey is the only sport worth watching and I've felt this way since the age of 16 when I went to my first game. Never mind the fact that I originally fell in love with the sport because of the oh-so-cute teenage players. Now it's almost weird going to a local game where the oldest player is 20 and I feel a bit creepy. It's a good thing I no longer rely on the cuteness of players and solely base my team picks on their jersey colors. But I digress....
My friends, Heidi, Jenny D., Jenny H. and I used to go to the practices. We'd pile into my parents blue Ford Tempo (keep the giggling to a minimum please) and head off to the practice rink. I suppose we were "puck bunnies" but I honestly don't know what I would have done if any of the players actually said anything to me. My friend Heidi took it a step further and actually drove around the neighborhood, where one of the players lived, just to see if she could find his house. All while listening to the Verve Pipe's "The Freshmen" on repeat. I cannot hear that song without remembering riding shotgun during her hockey stalker days. Though I wasn't officially stalking I would have to admit to being an accomplice since I didn't have her committed.
One of my favorite stories is when the four of us girls were on our way to a hockey practice. I was driving down the highway and noticed that the car seemed to swerve a bit, like there was a strong wind pushing us to the side. I kept looking out the windows and made the comment that it felt windy but it didn't look like it outside. Heidi immediately rolled down her passenger side window, stuck her arm out and then declared, "You're right. It is really windy today."
I'm willing to bet the wind was going about 55 mph. :oP Ah, I miss Heidi.