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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

When I was growing up Saturday was a day indelibly connected to Hockey. Sitting on the 'high stool' in a flanellette nightgown as mother tortured our fresh-from-the-bath hair into pin curls for Sunday - watching Hockey Night in Canada with Foster Hewitt announcing the play by play. Ducking whenever Eddy Shack from the Toronto Maple Leafs decided to get into yet another fight with John Ferguson of the Montreal Canadians (or Habitants) because Mom would be cheering them on, waving the tail comb dangerously close to our heads. We cheered for Toronto because they were the closest team to us out here in Western Canada. Then when Edmonton got their own Oilers, we switched allegiances. Natch. When I got married, my husband and I decided to forego the dubious pleasures of television which meant no more hockey. Then, when our children were younger a friend took pity on us and donated a television to our household just in time for my children to watch the Edmonton Oilers, helmed by Wayne Gretzky, begin a winning streak that, for some reason, made us proud even though the only contribution we made to their wins was to watch them on television and yell 'shoot, shoot'. Important, but, I'm sure, had a minimal impact on their success or lack of.

Now, after a fourteen year dearth of even getting a whiff of the Stanley Cup, here are the Oilers on the brink. Can they pull it off? Why do I still care? I don’t know. I haven't watched hockey for years. I’ve never met these people and will probably never get to. But the colours on their sweaters are familiar and a part of my children’s childhood. My two sons are avid fans and I’m sure they are sending enough ‘positive vibes’ out to their beloved Oilers that mom doesn’t need to join in. My nerves can’t take it anymore. I’ll find out tomorrow.

5 comments:

Accidental Poet said...

They did it!!!

There's a very happy 7 year old boy in my house today ...

(stop by my blog and figure out who I am - you know me ;)

Accidental Poet said...

hehehehehehhe

Not Deb. don't even know who Deb is.

hint: I once bought one of your books to give to my mother to pass around the nursing home, to give her friends something "clean" to read.

And my kids are adopted, and you know me through InScribe :)

MorganMcWherter said...

I was absolutely thrilled to hear about your contest! I LOVED "Any Man of Mine" and I am looking forward to reading more of your books. I just recently started a family blog and I admit that I am addicted. I think it is such an interesting way to keep connected. Thank you by the way for e-mailing me back so quickly. It meant a lot to me. Thanks and have a great day and I hope to hear from you soon!

Deb said...

You don't know who Deb is!? Deb's me. A.K.A. Termagant 2 and a bunch of other aliases on the web.

I write Christian romance, like Carolyne, only not as well (G)

Deb

Anonymous said...

Excellent, love it!
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