Loyal readers (Hi Mom! Hi Granny!) may remember my post last year about the NHL playoffs. If not, click here for hilarious accounts of crazy things men do for sports. I was hoping to put together another such article in honour of the current playoffs. But I can’t. Want to know why?
There are no men in Halifax who watch hockey.
The above statement is 100% true*. It’s based on careful research over a wide population base.
Okay, it’s based on the reaction of three guys when invited over to watch the Canucks kick the Predators butts.
First, let me explain something about time and TV. Due to the fact that the maritimes are in a time zone all to itself, 99.9%* of all hockey games start at a ridiculously late hour. Usually somewhere between 10pm and 1am, depending on where the game is being played. The 0.1%* of games that start at a reasonable hour are incredibly exciting for east coast hockey fans.
So thought me and my lady friends, Andrea and Tina. A 4pm playoff game? Wow! Break out the beer and chips and deep fried pepperoni! (Don’t ask, it’s a Halifax thing.)
Of course we asked our boyfriend’s to join us. And they all came up with really creative excuses to not partake in the playoff celebrations.
Andrea’s: (and his male friend) went to a movie.
Tina’s: Went to work early.
Mine: Stayed home to do laundry.
Tonight is game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. And the Canucks are in it. Still. Hanging on by a thread. I’ll be watching the game at home, alone. I could go out to watch it, but most folks that actually do watch hockey around here seem to be Bruins fans. Fair enough, it’s about 5,000 km closer.
So to all my west-coast-Canuck-fan friends, please, think of me, alone on the couch, in my PJs, at midnight, curled around a bottle of wine, sending good vibes to your coast.
Unless that sounds pathetic. In which case, have another beer and forget all about me.
* Sarah stats are accurate within +/- 87%, 2% of the time.