Growing Up In A Hockey Arena

The Stanley Cup finals are under way with the Tampa Bay Lightning taking on the Dallas Stars. If you're a hockey fan, regardless of who your team is, this is one of the most exciting parts of the season. Who are you betting on? Because my money's on Tampa. Growing up in Michigan, obviously I'm a die hard Red Wings fan (as I'm sitting her sipping coffee from my Red Wings cup). Yeah, I know it's been a rough couple years being a Wings fan, but with Yzerman back in Detroit, we'll get there...eventually.

You may have heard me talk about how I don't know much about sports, but one thing I do know is hockey. Both of my older brothers played travel hockey growing up and they're about five to seven years older than me, so I basically grew up in a hockey arena. At one point, when I was a youngin', I asked my Mom if I could play hockey, and she told me "No, you'll break." Well, she wasn't wrong.

For awhile, I was pretty bummed that I didn't play. But then one day, when I was on a date with a hockey player actually, I did a somersault and snapped my clavicle in half. Don't ask, that's a story for another time. The point is, my Mom was right or maybe I'm just a clumsy idiot, probably all of the above. In hindsight, I guess it was best that I stuck to playing the occasional floor hockey in gym class.