I’ll admit it, all I know about the game of hockey could fit in a thimble with room to spare. A bunch of big burly guys (always bearded during the playoffs) skate around with long wooden sticks, pushing and smashing each other, all to get a black rubber disk into a netted goal. There’s a blue line, wait, two blue lines, and the guys aren’t suppose to do something while passing the puck around that line. Maybe it’s like red rover. I’m not sure. They don’t have quarters or halftime, they have three periods. How goofy is that? Not very symmetrical. So there…that’s all I know about hockey.
Last night, during game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals, those big guys were really being rough. Yes, I was watching hockey. I’m from Chicago and the Blackhawks were up against the Bruins…youse know I gotta watch. One of the Bruins guys, Bergeron, was hurt so bad, they announced that he was taken away in an ambulance. I blurted out, “OH NO!” My husband interjected, “It wasn’t a Hawk, it was a Boston player. It’s OK.” I said, “I know. It doesn’t matter who it was, someone got hurt.” He just shook his head.
Here is where the woman factor comes in. Now, I’m just speaking for myself, but I’m sure for the majority of women. Someone was seriously hurt and taken away in an ambulance. Women are mothers, sisters, healers and nurturers. We don’t understand why any player getting hurt is a good thing. It’s a hockey GAME. Note the word GAME.
I was telling Mom this story this morning, and she agreed with me and said, “It kinda reminds me of the ancient Romans. They made them fight to the death for all the people to watch.” Woa! Great analogy, Mom. But, I hope we are better than that. Maybe, maybe not. GO HAWKS!!!
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Toni Andrukaitis 
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