No worries, I'm not sick... per say. I seem to have caught a case of mild Hockey Playoff Fever. It's a very common communicable disease around these parts but I have somehow managed to live my entire life without catching it once. As a young party girl, I used to be pretty good at faking the symptoms and tagging along for treatment when my buddies came down with it. After all, the recommended medicine is plenty of booze administered in a seedy loud bar in front of a giant TV, preferably by some cute members of the opposite sex.
Today is the first game of the playoffs and my city is besieged by the Fever. Everywhere you look, it's Habs flags galore. Respectable businessmen were walking around in hockey jerseys OVER their shirts and ties today. I must be getting old and my immunity must be low, because I actually got a little excited when they scored twice in the first few minutes of the game. And we were listening in the car.... Ususally, I need to have a visual or a lot of beer.
Fortunately, it seems to be a very mild case, as I was able to watch Survivor and made my husband watch the game on the TV in the attic instead. I worked on a prototype for my quilt and only checked the score once I new the game was over. But I checked, which is a clear symptom of being infected.
Dude, the Habs are going to walk all over Boston! Go Les Habitants!
Posted by: Spacemom | April 11, 2008 at 11:17 AM
Unfortunately, not a disease we here in Toronto are exposed to very often. But when we do catch it, it is BAD!
Posted by: victoria | April 11, 2008 at 12:08 PM
Sometimes you just can't help being swept away.
Bev
Posted by: beverly | April 11, 2008 at 02:21 PM
Being a life long hater of most sports, Hockey has always been my downfall. It's easy to do, when you live in Michigan and have the Detroit Red Wings to root for!
Posted by: Jen | April 11, 2008 at 02:25 PM
Any illness that can be treated with boys and beer is an illness worth catching. I think I might have to fake it and head over to the pub. I can even impress the boys with words like, "icing," "hooking," and "power play." (hopefully I"ll use them properly)
Posted by: Elizabeth | April 11, 2008 at 05:01 PM
In Buffalo, where I live, when the Sabres make the playoffs this town goes mad. We're out of it this year, and I have to admit I'm not all that sorry, though hockey is the ONLY sport I can tolerate. But, if the Sabres aren't in the playoffs I only cheer for Canadian teams, except if Pittsburgh is in the playoffs. Though, I have to admit, I still can't tell what icing is really all about.
Posted by: reenie | April 11, 2008 at 06:50 PM
Habs = Canadians? I need help! My husband looked at me with a stunned expression when I asked about the team from Canada with a name I didn't recognize (I, and forgive me, may have said something about an odd French name) playing his hometown team. He looked at me with a stunned expression and asked exactly what was odd about the name Canadians? At that point I recovered, remembering something about Habs. The look vanished and he said he didn't know why they were called that. Please translate!
Karyn
Posted by: Karyn | April 11, 2008 at 10:57 PM