A Good Flying Bird*
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Alright, I don't remember all the stages of grief, but I know that they include denial, anger and acceptance. Probably sadness too.
But with the demise of the NHL, somehow I never experienced much sadness.
Lots of anger, oh yeah. Even some denial (although the league made it very tough for me accept that the season was over, so maybe it wasn't true denial.)
But recently, in the last few days, I've stumbled upon something else.
Acceptance.
I come to the board here once or twice a day. I glance over the titles. And nothing interests me. I just cant muster the passion to keep getting into it with the pro-owner lunks. It's not because I don't disagree with them. It's because I just don't care.
After the last negotiating session fell apart, I angrily stated that the NHL could fold, for all I care.
When I posted such things, I knew that it was just my anger talking. That I really didn't mean it. That of course I'd return happily to my NHL when the owners and players came to their senses.
But now I'm not so sure. I live in Ann Arbor, the home of U of M and the USA NTDP teams. I can't go more than three nights without getting the chance to watch some quality hockey at an affordable price.
Besides, I'm the ironman of Dek hockey in my area of michigan, having played in 210 of 214 games on teams in four different divisions over the past year.
I realize that I didn't love the NHL. I love hockey. Yeah, I'll miss the Wings. Yeah, It would be nice to be watching Datsyuk and Zetterberg while giving Yzerman the sendoff he so much deserves.
But I can't do anything about that.
So I really don't care.
And I'm starting to wonder how much I will care if and when the NHL ever sorts out its mess.
But with the demise of the NHL, somehow I never experienced much sadness.
Lots of anger, oh yeah. Even some denial (although the league made it very tough for me accept that the season was over, so maybe it wasn't true denial.)
But recently, in the last few days, I've stumbled upon something else.
Acceptance.
I come to the board here once or twice a day. I glance over the titles. And nothing interests me. I just cant muster the passion to keep getting into it with the pro-owner lunks. It's not because I don't disagree with them. It's because I just don't care.
After the last negotiating session fell apart, I angrily stated that the NHL could fold, for all I care.
When I posted such things, I knew that it was just my anger talking. That I really didn't mean it. That of course I'd return happily to my NHL when the owners and players came to their senses.
But now I'm not so sure. I live in Ann Arbor, the home of U of M and the USA NTDP teams. I can't go more than three nights without getting the chance to watch some quality hockey at an affordable price.
Besides, I'm the ironman of Dek hockey in my area of michigan, having played in 210 of 214 games on teams in four different divisions over the past year.
I realize that I didn't love the NHL. I love hockey. Yeah, I'll miss the Wings. Yeah, It would be nice to be watching Datsyuk and Zetterberg while giving Yzerman the sendoff he so much deserves.
But I can't do anything about that.
So I really don't care.
And I'm starting to wonder how much I will care if and when the NHL ever sorts out its mess.