Re: All Things Denver, XXVIII
Re: Why I Hate My Life as a College Hockey Fan
Ran across this thread and thought how desperate College Hockey fans must be to resurrect a thread covered in cobwebs until I went back and found this post. Particularly fitting considering the depth of disappointment the Pioneer faithful felt last year and the unknowns we face in the upcoming season. You can count Swami to put things in perspective.
FROM: Puck Swami
3/31/09--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Every program has years when expectations are not met, and the big losses lead to frustration, envy and anger. But frankly, it's the losses that make winning so much sweeter, the envy fades when your program attains aspects that you covet, and the anger turns to pride, satisfaction and even joy over time.
Being a fan is a wonderful thing - it's the shared experience of being in a place you care about, following a team that is part of your life and hopefully you have a hockey life surrounded by other friends and family that share your joy and your pain. For us die hards, it's not unlike a having another family member. . Sometimes you are proud of the family member, sometimes you feel like strangling them, and other times they irritate or provoke you. But you love them anyway. They are part of your life. Every year, you write the check for the tickets, circle big days on the calendar, post on message boards and cheer your guts out at the games, home and away. After a few seasons of this, hockey becomes part of who you are - your tribe, your outlet, and for some, a temple of sorts, where we silently pray for the hockey gods to bestow their graces and smile on us. College hockey takes from the drop of the leaves in fall, through the brutal winter, and deposits us into spring each year. The cycle of it fills our memories, and marks the time.
Some fans live for the day their team wins a national championship, and having not experienced that emotion for the first 25 year of following my team, I was beginning to think it would never happen for me. But it did happen a few years ago, and I can tell you that I will someday, die happy knowing that I was there for both titles. With each passing year, the titles take on a luminous inner glow that helps to soften the fall of more recent playoff stumbles and other humiliations...
In short, I've never hated my life as a college hockey fan. In fact, I'd call it the opposite. College hockey has given me a rich and deep treasure trove of incredible experiences - I've seen my team play in 35 cities around the country, from 18,000+ packing the Fleet Center to 150 friends and family at the Mira Mesa House of Ice in San Diego, and all kinds of places in between. I have met amazing people in this game, and I have even made a living because of it for a while. It has brought me joy, satisfaction, tears, anger and pain - just as as all important relationships in life provide.
College hockey is a part of all of us.