Tonight I’m going to a Flyers game with my old flat mate, his fiancé and my friend Date #6. (And yes, I said “friend,” despite the fact that my BFF, who’s recently fallen in love with one of her own “friends,” keeps insisting otherwise.)
I’m not really sure how this happened. I mean, yeah, my flat mate emailed me to say he’d gotten tickets from his boss, and yeah, I was really excited about getting to see him and fiancé again and yeah, I invited Date #6 to accompany me (as per my flat mate’s suggestion) but I’d always thought that one of the main benefits of being single was that you didn’t have to waste valuable energy pretending to care about sporting events.
I don’t give a rat’s *ss about baseball, football, basketball or anything involving the word “ball.” In fact, earlier this year I wrote an entire post listing the reasons I was glad to find myself sans boyfriend during the Superbowl.
So why did I agree to go to a hockey game? Well, it’s my night off. I like to pretend that I have a happenin’ social life on my nights off, plus I’ve never been to a professional hockey game before. Judging by the fact that I A) managed to stay awake when I went to Date #7’s hockey game last month and B) continue fall for men who play hockey, I might actually like it!
(Especially as the word “hockey” does not include the word “ball.”)
The only problem is that Date #6 is supposed to be my hockey expert. It was he I charged with the task of prepping me for “intelligent hockey-related conversation” when I went to visit Date #7 in Pittsburgh last month. Now it’s the other way around. In fact, maybe I should call up Date #7 and ask him to do the honors?
You know, something along the lines of: Hey Date #7, it’s me. I’m going to a hockey game with Date #6 tonight… can you please explain the rules to me so I won’t sound like a complete idiot when attempting to offer semi-intelligent observations on the game? Thanks.
Then again, maybe I should just order myself a pretzel or some other sports-related fare and content myself with grilling my flat mate’s fiancé on the details of their upcoming wedding. I’m much better at living vicariously through the lives of my soon-to-be-married friends than I am talking sports.
(Of course if you have any hockey-related advice to offer—especially concerning what one should wear to a hockey game— please do!)
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