Oh captain, my captain
Last year I went all out on here the first time the Stars came to LA to play the Kings by detailing my top 15 hockey memories (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3). My brain has ruminated for two days on how to honor the occasion this year. It must be significant enough to help me forget the fact I’m leaving on a damn red eye for Orlando out of Hell-A-X immediately following the game. Blurgh. I’ve thought about it and thought about it. Over-analyzing comes easy to me, I am female. And I’d much rather be over-analyzing which silly hockey story to post rather that “OMG WHY HASN’T HE CALLED ME?! I DIE”. Cause jesus, we’re annoying.
Anyway, those original three posts already lay out my very favorite, most important legitimate hockey memories. Therefore, I’m going a little whackadoodle and a little girly with this one.
I’m going with the time Brenden Morrow actually knew who I was.
The man recognized me, greeted me…and I responded NOT with “hey Brenden, what’s up? how’s it going? why the hell are you hanging out with Sim?” No, no…I answered with something akin to “meh”. Not “meh” as in I’m completely indifferent to that or I think Cougar Town is just meh (this is well before the interwebs ruled the world and “meh” became synonymous with “I can take it or leave it”). I mean “meh” as in my mouth opened and that’s what involuntarily came out. I was stunned, to say the very least.
It was the last pre-season at Reunion Arena (may it rest in peace). This was before SHE came into the picture. Stars fans, you know who I speak of. I do not use her name. Brenden and I could’ve had an AMAZING player/fan relationship had SHE not come along. I raised him from a kid, dammit! (BTW, he’s scant older than me). Did SHE go to Portland to see him play with the Winterhawks? Did SHE demand that the K-Wings booster club to take good care of him those few games he spent in the minors? Probably not, because SHE didn’t know who he was then and wasn’t, you know, a lunatic. But that’s beside the point.
I did go to Portland to see him play with the Winterhawks (I do believe that’s in the hockey memory posties) and I would have gotten to see him play with the K-Wings, but as expected, he didn’t last long before getting called up for good. The one and only time I willed a player to get sent down, that’s how sick I was. However, that last pre-season brought one glorious moment. I honestly don’t even think I went to the game that night, do believe I had to work. I think me, my college roommate and this one pathological liar friend of ours just headed up towards the end of the game to hang out at the Stars Club afterward (oh, Stars Club…). Cause really, stalking came so easily then. Easier than going to class, that’s for sure. There we were, having a seat. Brenden walked in with Sim (I’m gonna assume they hung out with that doosh out of pity), I happened to look up about the time he looked over and he goes “Hey!”
And I said “meh.”
Not too longer after that SHE came along. Did I mention SHE went to the same university as me? Right?! You didn’t think it got worse, did you? Oh let’s not even bring up who her father is. Cause I might puke. But anyway, the rest you know. He made the team for good…and is now the captain. I didn’t want to have the man’s babies (note: I have the ability to delete comments). BUT, he could’ve been the first player I followed from the juniors to captain in the NHL. Instead of minors to a few games in the NHL to some team in the Austrian countryside to being a fireman.
Having said that, did SHE meet his host family in Portland?! NO.
So there. Go Stars. BTdubs, he doesn’t know me from a fan in the second row now. I’m okay with that. Sorta.
