My Montreal Canadiens have had a great year. It gives a girl goosebumps when the team she has supported her whole life does so well in the regular season and dominates going into the playoffs. :)I'm the sole Habs' fan in my family. And the funny thing is, pretty much every guy in my family (I'm the only chick who likes the sport) supports a different team. Really, even I find that weird. I mean, you would think that at least one of us would have followed in Dad's footsteps and rooted for the Blackhawks, but we all have more sense than that.
My oldest brother can't make up his mind who he likes best. He was a Bruins' fan for years, then he tried the Leafs for a while, and now we have no idea. Not that I would call him a bandwagon jumper, per se, but...it's a little sketchy! I think he just likes to pick a fight with the rest of us, so he'll cheer for whoever we AREN'T cheering for.
My other brother is a Flyers' fan. I feel sad for his poor son, who is now under the delusion that the Flyers are a good team too. It's unfortunate when bad judgement is passed on to the next generation.
And that leads me to my brother-in-law, the family's resident die-hard Leafs' fan (hee hee hee...sorry, almost got through that without laughing at his misfortune). He, too, has brainwashed his boys into believing that the Cup will someday be awarded to the team from the self-appointed centre of the world.
Believe me, it was always against my better judgement buying paraphernalia with that logo on it for the kids. I almost felt like I had to apologize at the cash. Luckily, I didn't run into anyone I knew, so I totally dodged a bullet there.
As the saying goes, you can't pick your family, so even though I love them all dearly, their taste in hockey teams collectively sucks. I'm glad I have a few friends who are smart enough to choose a good team to cheer for.
Boy Mercer not only has wonderful taste in women :), he also knows which team totally rocks! JJ and I are doing a hockey night soon...he's providing the big-screen in HD, and I'm bringing the refreshments! And my former roomie is so fed up with the Sens, she has now become a Habs' fan. My response to her decision: "Welcome back from the dark side, my friend." The Force is now strong in that one.
Of course, there is always one exception to the rule. That would be B, who, on a regular day, is a Bruins' fan, but feels somewhat unpatriotic at times and chose the Leafs for his Canadian team. Dude....*head shaking*...you know, there's only so much you can do for those who don't want to help themselves.
B and I had a great time at the Bruins/Habs game we went to last fall. The dudes next to us thought there was going to be a scrap when they saw our respective jerseys! And I know that I've certainly been enjoying this first round matchup, as it gives me a chance to torment him even more than usual!
As the playoffs continue, I get more and more excited at the thought of my boys leading the way to the Land of Stanley (to paraphrase my brother's long-ago statement). As stressful as every minute of every game can be, it's so worth it. And even though wearing my Habs' toque kind of seems a bit warm for this lovely weather, a girl needs to make a statement somehow.
So if you see a lovely woman walking around with a toque and jersey both sporting that glorious red, white and blue logo, applaud her for her intelligence, devotion and patriotism.
And don't forget to send a spare package of golf balls to the Leafs' players...they spend a loooong summer on the golf course, so they're bound to lose a few here and there.
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