
I was thinking as I miserably tried to stream a hockey game tonight with poor results (die, Comcast) how hockey is the perfect solution to all my life’s problems.
It fits perfectly into the off season of my first obsession, Formula 1. There is a little overlap, but for those terrible days between the beginning of November and middle of March, now I have hockey.
The only other sport I really care about is baseball, and I grew up a White Sox fan. To throw everyone off, in hockey, I root for the Pittsburgh Penguins, and have since before they won the Stanley Cup this summer.
My friend Cati lives in Pennsylvania and her love of the Pens rubbed off on me rather quickly…in fact, when I went on a cruise in 2008, I spent nearly every night watching them play in the finals, and ultimately lose. But that was okay, and it kind of went insane from there. I watched them every chance I could get. My dad wondered how the hell I decided to choose the Penguins. (Actually I think most people would assume that it’s the animal, but to me it’s the players. LOVE THEM.)
The Atlanta Thrashers play the Penguins 4 times a year…two times here and two times in Pittsburgh. My parents bought my boyfriend tickets to a game for Christmas…although I think this better served me than him, as he is an Avalanche fan. But hey, hockey’s hockey and as long as he gets to wear that jersey, I’m sure it’s okay. (Actually I think the most enjoyable part to him are the HUGE beers you can get for six bucks in the CNN Center food court…and I agree.)
It was FANTASTIC except for the fact that Evgeni Malkin’s hat trick turned out to not be one after all when I woke up the next day. That was sad.
A couple weeks ago, I was surprised with two tickets to the game this past Saturday for my birthday. Then on Friday, a jersey was hidden in my laptop bag. Honestly, I can’t stop wearing the thing. It’s become a jacket to me. I was in Whole Foods Sunday night and some guy was completely confused by me. As for the game, I didn’t eat anything, but I drank a whole lot of Sweetwater 420 and even ran into a friend in the BATHROOM BY OUR SECTION. I have like 4 friends in all of Atlanta and somehow I FIND ONE IN THE BATHROOM OF THE PHILIPS ARENA.
The Penguins won of course, but it was damn close sometimes. Although lately it seems they just thrive off making it way too suspenseful for me. I nearly cried through the last period of Game 7 of the finals this summer. Oh, and you know how I said the players are awesome? Sergei Gonchar was sitting in the penalty box dancing with some little robotic penguin they stuck in there. This was the greatest moment of my night.
Let me introduce you to my hockey boyfriend, Marc Andre Fleury. Unlike most girls, Sidney Crosby does nothing for me. French Canadian goalies on the other hand, watch out, and hand me the champagne.

I have officially joined my friend who is in love with Evgeni Malkin in silly wishful thinking about this man. It only occurs for a couple hours after I have watched the Penguins play. Personally, I think it’s the helmet. I have an attraction to helmets, I’m a weirdo.
So if you see someone wandering about Atlanta in a Pittsburgh Penguins jersey…it’s me…I’ve decided hockey jerseys are the new jacket.
Also I doubt I’ll have another post in the next couple days, I don’t have the money to go eat anywhere thanks to my car being a total disaster. SO since my birthday is the 25th, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME ALRIGHT?! I will be 22..or according to the guy selling me beer @ the hockey game…19.


















