The Boys are Back in Town - Part One

I don’t know much about sports.

Okay, that’s not true. I know a few things. Like:

- Football season rocks because I get guilt-free “me” time while the men in my life are entertained and preoccupied.

- Athletes are overrated. Unless we’re talking about Jim Kelly or Dave Andreychuk.

- Always support the home team. And I do. But when the Red Sox play, I stop and behold their glory. Been to Fenway and couldn’t even sit through a whole game there, but the team reminds me of a town and people for whom I am deeply in love and counting the days until we move back. (4160)

I also know that hockey is the absolute best. Hands down. (There are five favorite sports moments and three involve hockey: When we beat Russia on the ice in 1980, when Ray Bourque held up the Stanley Cup in 2001, and when the Lightning won it in June 2004) Hockey is fast, exciting, played indoors so there’s no sweating or sunburns, and a blue-collar sport compared to others which appeals to my liberal nature. And even though I’m non-violent, I have been known to cheer on a fight or two. I admit it.

How happy am I that hockey is back? Thrilled. Going to see the Tampa Bay Lightning tomorrow and I will get teary-eyed. I will yell and cheer. Can't wait. The only thing that would make me happier at this point is if President Bush drank himself into a permanent coma.