Last summer, I had my first encounter with American sports. This winter, I took an ice-cold approach to another sport: hockey, or ice hockey, as some call it. I had never seen a hockey game before. I did play NHL ’99 when it was cool (in 1999, if some of you were wondering), but I never got any of the rules and wasn’t ever really interested. Going to a game did get me excited, however. Through watching television series and movies I knew hockey wasn’t all about getting the puck into the goal. It’s also about the body checks, fights and the organ playing well-known melodies to roar up the crowd. Because, as I had seen, American crowds need to be roared-up.
We had decent seats. Wait, that’s an understatement. We were right above the cameras, giving us the perfect view. Whoever thought of playing with a puck that small must have been drunk, because half the time I did not know what was going on. I just cheered and chanted along with all the potential injuries and the one goal that was scored. What caught my eye was the pace of the game. When it’s flowing, things go really fast. When it’s not, there’s a break every twenty seconds. And Americans don’t like football (soccer) because nothing ever happens. Again, you’re never bored. The entertainment in between periods is ever present, varying from five years olds skating (awwwww) to pick-up trucks ruling the ice. Things keep being interesting.
What’s your favorite sport?
What else do you think would be adorable to see five-year olds do?