Written by: Keith Ricci
I’m what you might call a hockey junkie. More than aficionado, I will watch any game that I can find on TV, I will stay late after my games at the local rink to watch the game after and I’ve been known to arrive early to watch games scheduled before mine. I have been the recipient of many a dirty look from the boy because he was ready to go home and I told him we were going to stay a little longer to watch this team because they have a kid I have heard about that had a 5 goal game awhile back. I watch college games, CHL, AHL and the neighbor’s kids playing street hockey just in case they need some advice on covering the point. I have watched or listened to a least a part of every Dallas Stars game for the least 4 years but the team I refuse to miss a minute of these days, thank you o’ thank you Mr. DVR inventor guy, is the Winnipeg Jets.
I live in what some would call a hockey wasteland. Dallas, Texas, has only a handful of days below freezing every year, unless Jerry Jones is hosting the Super Bowl and then God likes to show Jerry up and drop a foot of ice and snow on his little playground just to prove who’s got the bigger … um ego. We can play golf year round, don’t own snow shovels and think a snow blower is a negative euphemism for a loud mouth guy from Canada. So why would a guy like me be so fascinated with the sport of hockey and more importantly a team like the Jets who play nearly 1200 miles from my little wasteland? Passion. It takes incredible dedication to team and effort to succeed in the game of hockey and a true fan of the game understands the sacrifice in blood, sweat and bruises that the elite players make night in and night out in order to win. That’s why it is such a pleasure to watch Winnipeg Jets home games. These are fans that understand. These are fans that truly appreciate the art that is on the ice in front of them. They cheer everything.
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March 06, 2012
