With a bellyfull of turkey and coffee sloshing around my digestive tract I made the drive up 281 to Dallas. The surrounding setting couldn’t have been designed any better. The tree tops were roasted with red, bronzed in orange, and withered with yellow. The light was gold passing through a bright blue sky. I was wearing a sweater. This is fall I guess.
I went to visit my brother and see a Dallas Stars ga,e. I grew up watching a ton of hockey, playing NHL Live 2002, and playing garage goalie with knee pads and a baseball glove, growing welts from barrages from an orange rubber ball. The man with a slinky for a spine. Redwings v. Avalanche. Al MaCinnis 120 mph slap shots. Derian Hatcher barbaric checks. Mike Modano corner pocket wrist shots. Since the last strike I haven’t been able to watch much at all. The players came back from every corner of the world, most on different teams, the games were on the Vs. network, impossible to find on television, and I could never catch back up. Back then it was because I was a dumb child, and now it’s just because I don’t have time. Football takes up most of it for now. I can’t casually watch another sport. And by the time football ends, I’ll be reading instead, and listening to the Texas Rangers on the radio.
Last night we sat on the upper deck up and behind the net. It’s the best spot to watch a hockey game. You can really see how players enter the zone to set up an offense, and it’s from the same perspective from all those hockey video games. It was loud. There was incessant metal music. A ton of goals were scored. It was all very fun.
Everytime I see a hockey game like this, I always come away wanting to do this more often. One day. Someday, I’ll move up to Calgary and get Flames season tickets and watch 82 games. That’s not today. Eventually I’ll have enough of the slop, or be a withered man with enough money to never work again, and hopefully by then the world’s heart will still be beating.
Anyways, that’s all I got. The rest of the floor is yours to talk about whatever, Texans related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.