The Tatie asked me recently if I had playoff fever…and at the time, I wasn’t sure. There is no doubt now: I have it, and I have it bad.
I take back what I said earlier about burnout and suggesting that I might look forward to a summer break from hockey.
I was wrong, I was selfish. I admit it, and I take it back. I don’t want this season to end until the Predators hoist Lord Stanley’s Cup in triumph.
No more personal pity parties. No more stupid, silly nonsense, no more burnout, no more hesitation. Let’s do this, and let’s do it right.
Let’s go, Predators!
When I got out of the car here in Louisville, it was 1-0 Blackhawks.
When I turned on the TV, it was 2-1 Predators.
Final score: 4-1 Predators. Oh, yes…I still get irrationally excited for open-net goals–and there were two of them in the last minute of play.
I’m never going to get to sleep now.
…and I didn’t even watch on TV. Sometimes I do that when I’m upset about not being there in person. I had tickets to tonight’s game, but ended up not going–bit of a story there, in hindsight, I probably should have gone. Instead I stayed home waiting for my brother to arrive and packed my travel bag. I also spent almost two hours on the phone with an old friend whose voice I haven’t heard in almost five years, so that was pretty cool.
By my calculations, I have tickets for the remaining four regular-season Predators home games, but I’ll be lucky to make it to even one. Only time will tell.
Do I have hockey burnout? Maybe a little. I’m always a little conflicted when hockey is still going on when soccer, fishing and boating starts up in the spring. There’s more to it than just seasonal issues this year, of course. I’m actually looking forward to the summer break and the hockey off-season. I kind of just need to step away from the “superfan” craziness of the last year. Sorry if that offends or gets me labeled a bad fan. I want the best for the team, I really do. I’m just looking forward to shutting it all down for a little personal rest. I’ll get over it by next season and be ready to go, don’t worry.
I just got back from working my first soccer match since last October. This was my first time working a Tennessee high school match, and it went rather well. The field was a muddy mess, especially on the AR2 sideline I was on. I almost lost my shoes three separate times when I planted my heel and the suction from the mud almost pulled them off as I was running to keep up with play.
Speaking of running, being in shape makes a world of difference. The mud and the uneven footing made running while keeping an eye on play difficult. There were several points during the game where I took an awkward step and felt a pull or tweak—but it didn’t really bother me. I realized that had this been five months and 30 pounds ago, I would have likely been injured at some point during this game.
Excellent. Must. Keep. Running.