Years Later
Jun. 8th, 2018 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missizzyOver the past four years, I have very slowly fallen out of the habit of watching or even following hockey anymore. Until last month, when the Caps were supposed to go down to the Penguins yet again, but somehow didn't. When they made the finals, I turned the TV on in the middle of Game 1. Then Vegas promptly scored; it seems that my tuning in still causes the Caps to get scored on.
So I didn't turn the TV onto hockey again until last night, when Twitter informed me the Stanley Cup had been safely won at last. It was a very strange experience, seeing it all happen now. I had no longer invested myself in the Caps winning the way I did five years ago, but once you've loved a team, you never stop caring for them. Watching Alex Ovechkin lift the Cup for the first time(with the Vegas arena speakers playing Remember the Titans! Perfect for a DC team), watching the other men I'd once cheered for, even though there were so many gone that I missed badly, and finally watching Ted Leonsis lift it, there was an hour last night where I was half a decade younger, still able to feel the joy and relief that it was finally happening.
Of course, seeing any group of people that overjoyed is worth it, especially if you know enough to know why they are. I've missed that. And with this week having been as lousy as it has been for the world otherwise, you take what sources of happiness you can get.
In terms of moments as a sports fan, I don't think there'll be any for me that'll beat watching Ashley Wagner win her world medal live. But seeing this silver won was a good one too, if a touch bittersweet.
Now, of course, it seems as if the parade will interfere with my mother and my going into DC to see a production of Camelot. Oops?
So I didn't turn the TV onto hockey again until last night, when Twitter informed me the Stanley Cup had been safely won at last. It was a very strange experience, seeing it all happen now. I had no longer invested myself in the Caps winning the way I did five years ago, but once you've loved a team, you never stop caring for them. Watching Alex Ovechkin lift the Cup for the first time(with the Vegas arena speakers playing Remember the Titans! Perfect for a DC team), watching the other men I'd once cheered for, even though there were so many gone that I missed badly, and finally watching Ted Leonsis lift it, there was an hour last night where I was half a decade younger, still able to feel the joy and relief that it was finally happening.
Of course, seeing any group of people that overjoyed is worth it, especially if you know enough to know why they are. I've missed that. And with this week having been as lousy as it has been for the world otherwise, you take what sources of happiness you can get.
In terms of moments as a sports fan, I don't think there'll be any for me that'll beat watching Ashley Wagner win her world medal live. But seeing this silver won was a good one too, if a touch bittersweet.
Now, of course, it seems as if the parade will interfere with my mother and my going into DC to see a production of Camelot. Oops?
