Maybe it’s the nonstop action. Back and forth so quickly and smoothly. Given Liam’s compromised vision though, I think it’s the contrast. Dark sweaters against a field of white. Hockey is the only sport Liam seems to enjoy watching. In person or on television it’s hockey that is the only sport that can come close to holding Liam’s attention for any length of time.
Even after my uncle took me to see the team he coached when I was very young I didn’t really catch the hockey bug. When I was in the fifth grade a new neighbor moved in with a kid a year younger than me who loved hockey. We played street hockey in front of our houses over the next few years. I was aware of Ray Bourque, and Cam Neely and Andy Moog but even then I never really watched hockey on TV and once that neighbor’s kid moved away to live with his mother the hockey part of my life came to an end.
A short burst of action followed by celebration and preparation to do it all over again, baseball and football are far to complex for Liam to understand. The variety of camera shots from field to sideline to close-up it’s all just too much to keep connected. Hockey is broadcast differently and the white background of the ice makes it that much more interesting for Liam’s ability to understand and find enjoyment from. You can see his eyes follow the action, something that he normally doesn’t do with any screen larger than his ipad. When Karin and I cheer a goal Liam will start waving his arms. A definite sign that he’s having fun. Watching the Bruins has quickly become our favorite family activity.
To know me is to know of my lifelong passion for baseball and the Red Sox. Baseball has always been my game and although I’d definitely call myself a Patriots fan, football has always been a part-time thing for me. One afternoon a week and just a small distraction to get me through winter. Last year that all changed. Last year, Karin on a whim, she’s never told me if she ever had a reason, turned on the Boston Bruins hockey game before I got home from work one night. I came home a few minutes before the puck dropped and it was instantly apparent that Liam was interested in what was going on up there on the television screen. A rare occasion as I’ve already told you.
The first period I just had to try to remember some of the rules and I will admit that I had to look up online this new hybrid icing call that I didn’t remember (apparently it didn’t exist when I was a kid) but I managed to get back up to speed fairly quickly. I had no idea of the strategy or plays that I was seeing but I knew what the penalties were at least. In the second period the Bruins scored. Not understanding what led up to it, the goal seemed to come from out of nowhere. Of course now I know the value of looking for triangles and getting pucks in deep and throwing pucks and bodies toward the goal to give yourself great rebound chances but at the time it looked more like a bit of luck than anything.
I literally jumped out of my seat and screamed while throwing my hands in the air. Anyone who has watched a Red Sox playoff game with can tell you how loud that I can be. With baseball, a game I played, a game I understand even the smallest nuances of, shouts come from anger, shouts come from frustration, shouts come from happiness and excitement. I have no idea where the shout of joy that Bruins goal gave me came from. Turning towards Liam and already apologizing to him I expected to see him fearful or recoiling from my sudden outburst. Instead I saw a smile and him flapping his arms like wings. A Liam sign of excitement. He could tell that mom and dad were happy.
It was in that moment that I became hooked.
We didn’t miss a single game for the rest of the season last year (about three more weeks of regular season play). Didn’t miss any of the playoffs either. Not a single game.
In the 16 games that the patriots (a team I have been a fan of all my life) have played this season I think I missed 4 of them. In the 42 games that the Bruins (A team I’ve been a fan of for about a year) have played this season I have missed 4 periods of play or the equivalent of a game and a third. An overzealous convert for sure I know what we in sports fandom call this. Fairweather fan, or pink hat (a particularly misogynistic local one) and with the Bruins going all the way to the Stanley Cup Finals last year, I suppose that’s exactly what I am.
I really don’t care.
All I care about is how big the smile on Liam’s face grows when he sees his Mom and Dad jump out of our seats high-fiving and screaming our happiness every time A bruins player finds the back of the net.
In the past year I have become obsessed with the Boston Bruins.
It’s really just an offshoot of being a fan of Liam.