I’m not used to losing the first game of the season. Seems odd.
But I’m going to home opener with one of my lovely sisters tomorrow night, so I can exert my considerable presence and cause them to win solely on that basis.
I love going to hockey games. I try to get there pretty early, because I love being in the stands when there’s hardly anybody there. I like watching people as the arena fills up.
The best part is the skatearound. The skatearound seems completely random and heavily organized at the same time. I know the players have been part of thousands of pre-game skates in their lives, but it still impresses me that they know what to do. I still haven’t figured it out, although I always think I’m about to get it.
One of my favorite things that I’ve noticed about hockey players is the way they absent-mindedly herd the puck around. They do a lot of this during the skate-around. They catch stray pucks as they wander around, and herd them into the nearest pile, or just stop them and leave them. And there’s the player who gets the job of gathering all the pucks in the net and then sends them, three at a time, to each corner of the zone for the next shooting drill. During the game, I always like to watch the player nearest the puck toe-flip it to the referee.
It’s all so natural, it reminds me of how long even the youngest player has been playing hockey by the time they reach the NHL.