hockey, eh?

So...most of my adult life, I have spurned hockey. It seems foolish to me to watch a bunch of grown men chase this black thing...but even more ridiculous is the fighting. Hockey should be renamed something that has fighting in the title. Anyhoo...I have mocked hockey and mocked hockey lovers. However...I have recently been watching the playoffs. Mostly because my dearly beloved hubby was watching. But then, weird enough, I started to watch it without him. Yesterday I watched the edmonton game. They lost...but that doesn't really signify. After watching that big guy (don't know his name and don't really need to) score a goal and then slam his body, chest first, arms wide into the glass in exhileration...I don't really care who wins. sigh. No, it's not about the winning. It just made it all hit home and put everything into perspective. Men need to be men - they need to either be aggressive or cheer on their favorite aggressor. They need to hunt and kill and bring home the bacon..literally or figuratively. And women...we need to let them. We need to cheer when they win (at whatever it may be) and we need to stop trying to make them into us. I don't want another me in my house...I want a man! He doesn't need to slam his chest up against my window...well...that just makes my mind go in many different directions...now I've lost my train of thought...I think I'll sign off now and go find My Man.