OK, I admit I’m hardly a hockey fan. It’s something fun to watch with friends, or to go see live (if you can get – and afford – decent seats), but it’s hardly something I usually go out of my way to watch. Especially with never-ending reruns of CSI that I haven’t seen yet on every channel.
But there’s something about it being the home team that makes even diehard hockey haters into temporary home-team cheerleaders. And I’m not a hater, just indifferent. Still, I felt pretty much the same way when I was living in Waterloo and the Jays cleaned up the World Series in 1992-93 (and then the 1994 baseball strike pretty much cooled my interest in baseball). Getting on the home-team bandwagon was the thing to do.
Oh well. That passed. Now that the Sens have lost the Stanley Cup to the Anaheim Ducks, a team named after, of all things, a Disney kids’ movie, I can get off the bandwagon and back to my ordinary boring life. Also, the Sens won’t be pre-empting Smallville anymore, at least until the fall.