I have a confession. Some of my closest friends and family members already know this, but it will shock some people; it will definitely surprise some girls I’ve dated, and some friends with whom I’ve shared intense moments drinking beer will have to rethink how I actually felt during those moments.
I hate hockey.
I know. As a Canadian, it seems like there is only a small community of us. But what is the draw? Really. I don’t get it.
As a hardcore fan of a hockey team, you look to me like a hardcore fan of Nike, or Apple, or any other brand – because that’s what hockey teams are. They’re brands. In fact, they’re not even as consistent as regular brands, because they have no mission statement or purpose, and their lineups change every year. The Calgary Flames of 2000 are mutually exclusive with the Calgary Flames of 2012. So loving the Flames, or saying the Canucks are a bunch of goons and always have been, or paying $1,200 for nosebleed seats in a playoff game does not, and will never, make any sense to me.
This is not to say anything about hockey itself. I’m cool with that – sports and whatnot.