What is it with Me and Boys Who Like Hockey?
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!)
Related articles
- Pittsburgh, Part 3: My First Hockey Game (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)
- Hockey night in India (theglobeandmail.com)
- Fantasy Hockey: Preseason Forward Rankings (ballhyped.com)
Kat Echevarría Richter 
9 Responses to “What is it with Me and Boys Who Like Hockey?”
If you find the right guy you don’t need to give a rats a– about sports when you aren’t single either.
I’m pretty convinced that my girlfriend knows more about baseball than I do. It wouldn’t take much. I spent a large portion of my youth thinking a quarterback had something to do with change from one of the vendors…and I’m still not entirely sure (nor inclined to figure out) what the heck one is.
[In a city like Cleveland, I’m pretty sure that hurt my dating prospects; the vast majority of women here are rabid sports fans]
But…. have fun!
I think Date 6 likes you; but he wants to stay out of your blog. Hence the ‘friends’ moniker.
Enjoy! No need to pretend to know about hockey with Date 6 since he’s just a “friend”! 🙂
I’ll help….
Just say something along the lines of how you don’t miss the Eric Lindros days at all, because pound-for-pound, that guy was the biggest wuss in the history of the NHL. I mean, seriously, how can a guy that big take so many brutal concussions?!? Wimp. 😉
From my husband, a huge hockey fan (yes, I’m going to my first game next week…), “You should wear a hockey jersey preferably of a team that’s playing that you are a fan of.”
I ask, “Heels? Makeup? General girl-stuff?” (mostly because I know YOU, Kat 😛 )
“No.” he says, “I mean, I guess you could, I’m not a girl! But hey, you’re going to go up and down the stairs at an arena, so probably no heels…” (And then he turns back to his perusal of 17th century paintings from the Dutch masters (van der Neer, to be precise). )
For my part, next week I’ll be sportin’ one of the NJ Devils Jersey he has, jeans and sneaks. AFTER I change out of my Yom Kippur garb that night :).
Let us know how it goes.
Haha, glad to know you’ve got my back, Jenny! I texted Date #6 beforehand to ask “Is it going to be…. COLD?” I was told that at nine rows from the ice, it definitely would, so I conceded to wear jeans AND ballet flats… how very boring. But it was still fun 🙂
And By The Way, I just found out you were going to see the Flyers play the Devils tonight…mwah hah hah…if you and I become fans, maybe we can learn some nasty catfight hockey lingo…
[…] The Column ← What is it with Me and Boys Who Like Hockey? […]
Hehe, you are on the ball, Kat! I mean, on the puck? On the ice? Good thinking…you do your research, babe.