Photo by Mr. Snapper, makeup and hair by Vivienne Vermuth (except she would've hidden that bobby pin better than I did).
I love hockey. It's athletic and entertaining at the same time. I like shouting and groaning. I enjoy the camaraderie I experience in the arena. I like the uniforms, the expression of fandom, the rituals.
I'm still a Kings fan, but we know that my love of hockey has my butt in season ticket seats for the Stars. I picked the Nashville Predators to beat the Stars in seven games of the first round of the playoffs because Nashville is that good. My bracket was already busted when the Tampa Bay Lightning and Pittsburg Penguins were both swept. I'd be fine with my Dallas bracket being busted for the Stars to advance.
Monday is game six of round one back in Dallas. Game three sucked, game four was awesome.
I have a show to finish writing and a commission to build this week, but I still make time for hockey. It's a chance to stop working and enjoy the fruits of the labors.
As I plot out the next project, I relax my mind while shouting fuckwords at the refs from my seats in the 300s. There's nothing quite like playoffs hockey.