Rumor has it, I am a loud fan.
Actually the rumor is true. I can’t help it. I’ve tried to sit in the stands, like a regular human and use it as “Parent Social Hour” but I can’t. As soon as my kid hits the field a magnet draws my arm straight into the air and I start yelling, ‘HI…, I’m over here!’ all while waving like a lunatic.
I remember exactly when it started. The big one was in fifth grade, it was his first football game. He was nervous, hell, I was nervous. Here is this little man in this GIANT gear ready to smash up against others at his full speed. As he made his way on to the football field I saw him nervously scanning the football stands with slightly scared eyes.
My first thought, is he looking for me? Second thought, I can’t have him looking for me in the game when he’s trying to pay attention. Then it happened, my arm shot skyward, waving like crazy woman and I started shouting, “HI…!! I’m over here!”, relief settled over his shoulders and we both were able to relax.
After that it was a matter of being slightly superstitious. He had a great first game and walked away excited.
Then, his brother started soccer, I couldn’t have a grand entrance for one and not the other.
The beast had been woken.
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Last year my hubs and I went to a Wild game with his twin and our sister-in-law. We were sitting in the comfort of club level when I yelled, “HARTMAN, CAN I HAVE YOUR NUMBER?!” I asked my Uber mates if they thought he could hear me, which they confirmed he DEFINITELY did. Someone in our section yelled back, “he’s married”. To which I replied, “I am too, can’t we be friends?”.
My hubs yelled, “HEY BROCK, DO US A FABER”. They scored right after that.
At some point during the game, in-between yelling, my sister-in-law asked what I did with this energy before my kids started playing sports. It was an easy reply… “rock shows, I went to a LOT of them”.
The cheering beast had slumbered during the early stages of motherhood but much like getting your body back after a pregnancy, the beast has woken and I just feel more like myself.
I realized a couple things that game.
1. I’m a rowdy fan that belongs on the lower level.
2. I really hate loosing to the Blues.
3. I might be the loudest person in the area.
4. I need Nordy’s job.
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It is not lost on me that I might not hockey well with others, which is why I LOVE watching hockey at home. There is something refreshing about bantering back and forth with the announcers. LaPanta, Walz and Carter don’t even realize the great friendship we have. My husband says I disagree with Walz so much because he’s a lot like me, we both appreciate the talent of good athletes. I do appreciate the talent of other athletes when they aren’t playing the Wild and I often tell Walz to be quite when he’s giving others accolades.
Besides talking to the announcers, at home I can cheer and scream as loud as I want. I don’t have to worry about a guy sliding next to me at the bar and calling me “Pinky” when I ignore him for the game. I can fly out of my chair and jump up and down whenever I want, it’s the BEST.
I imagine the best sound in the world the entire game, if you’re thinking what sound… it’s the announcers voice saying, “SCCOOORRRIIINNNGGG FOR MINNESOOOOOTA…”
With the games dwindling and the cup on the horizon I can only hope that the Hockey Gods have Fleury at the top of their list for most deserving players. WE NEED THE CUP with Fleury on our team! That is the season ender I want. I hope the Hockey Gods agree.
In other news… is anyone else cheering for Ovechkin?! I want to go to Thursdays game JUST to watch history being made. Of course, I don’t think Ovechkin should win BUT as long as WE win he can break Gretzky’s record.
Are you a loud fan?
Namaste,
Jes xoxo
PS. Dear Apple, please don’t tell me to quite my cheering we’ve got a cup to win!
