Ladies, I'm SO GLAD that you love this idea and are "on board" with it, but I want to kindly ask that you start emailing your stories directly to me so they don't end up being repetitive for some of the readers - I would really appreciate it (that way it'll be a fresh, new story for the majority of the posts). If you've already posted them in the "comments," that's fine, but from here on out, please try to email them. Also, if you don't want me to include your name, please let me know that as well (what I'll normally do is put your first name and last initial if I have it).
I also want to let you know I LOVE these stories - I've always found it interesting no matter who the fan, so I'm enjoying ALL OF THIS IMMENSELY!! KEEP THEM COMING, but I ask that you email them please - THANKS!!!
Since I got such a great response from asking all of you to tell your story of how you became a hockey fan, I decided it would be a good idea for a regular post and today will be the first one. I know that most of these were posted in the comments, but I figured it would be best to post them right on the blog for ALL to see (in case some of you missed them or readers who happen upon the blog later on can appreciate your stories too), so ENJOY!!
SIDENOTE: these are in no particular order other than, perhaps, the order they were posted in the comments
How did I become a hockey fan?
A [male] friend of mine that is some years older than I am. He kept telling me that I'd appreciate the sport for what it was (strategy, determination, etc), but he actually tried to entice me to watch it by telling me how cute some of the Pens players were!! Really, he just wanted someone to watch the games with and talk about it with afterward. And he was right: I fell in love with the GAME. I watch whatever game's on TV, and not because of the players or the teams (although I do, of course, have my favorites).
I worry constantly about being labeled a puck bunny, but my friend constantly assures me that I am not--not since I can rattle off some facts and stats that even he doesn't know, and he's the biggest fan I've ever met. We all struggle with the stereotype, but we know within if we're true fans with occasional urges to ogle or merely fawning, giggling, vapid bags of raging hormones.And that's all I need to know; I hope that it's true for you as well.