(yes, this is mascots playing hockey and yes it was amazing)
Chris' work will at times afford us the opportunity to enjoy a sports game in person. This past Saturday we had the extravagance of enjoying a Canes game in the Champions Box. I dressed for a date night not taking into account that when you watch hockey you aren't supposed to wear much other than jeans and a jersey.
Every time we watch a game I can't help but have Chris or anyone listening to me laugh at me. With in the first few minutes of the game I called the "puck" a ball, the "Goal" a basket, and referred to a "penalty" as a foul (just so we are all clear they are totally the same thing... I mean you did something wrong and you are getting punished... just saying ;). Chris had to explain to me "off sides" and "icing"... I determined that I much prefer math to hockey. 1+1 is always 2. Flicking the puck across the hole field (rink?) doesn't always mean icing... too many variables.
I blame my family, and my complete lack of hand eye coordination. The only sport I was raised around was basketball, and I was terrible. I remember watching my first Superbowl at 11, and my first non-Superbowl football game at 17. I still get confused at what I deem to be trick plays (where they fake hand off the ball) and I can't seem to find where the ball went which is apparently adorable to Chris... or in the least entertaining.
I have tried watching, listening and learning. My husband's whole family is into sports so it would make it much easier but not matter how much I pay attention I get lost. I feel like I'm missing a key piece of information. It's like listening to people talk in a different language and you only know how to say "where is the bathroom".
I've accepted that at least in this I am a "Cliche girl", which is hard for me because let's face it who like being put in boxes.
Live. Love. Loud.