My apologies. I’m saying that straight out. I’m huddled next to my cell phone, awaiting news on my nephew’s arrival into this world. Second nephew, whose name I will find out for sure probably before twenty-four hours are up.
My mind is not solely on hockey. Or the Flyers for that matter.
But wasn’t Wednesday’s game fun?
Apparently, in the WFC, once the Flyers hit four goals, those in charge of the music (are they called DJs even when the song is never played to the fullest?) play the song “Hot, Hot, Hot.” Or something like that. When I heard it, I grimaced. I’d been planning on writing about how awesome the music is at a hockey game.
I have been to high school and college football (the big names included in there) games. I’ve been to a few professional baseball games. A tennis match. Probably some basketball game in there somewheres. In short, I’ve observed differing sports and their attributes. None of them have good music.
My first professional NHL game might have been last year at the WFC with my bestie, Pam. But it was not my first hockey game.
My dad was in the Navy for about half my life and we were once in Memphis, TN. I don’t like Memphis, then or now, but sometime in that year and a half that we were there, Dad and I went and saw the Memphis Kings play. I believe that is what they were called. A quick Google search gives me very little, but this is my story, so who needs facts to base it on? Right, I feel like it must have been through our church and youth group at the time because I truly can’t imagine why I would have ever chosen to go to a sports event. I was never that kind of girl.
Nevertheless, Dad and I watched hockey. And I remember the game to this day. Not because the Kings won (their mascot was called the Thing and was some strange mixture of creatures, that stays firm in my mind) or there was great plays or anything like that. I remember the music.
The music (nineties music no less) was awesome. I do believe they played some Queen (of course they did), and also the “Hey” song. At that time, I didn’t much listen to up-to-date music. Being basically an only child of older parents, I preferred fifties and sixties music to whatever was on top 40 then. But I sure loved the “Hey” song. It must have been the Kings goal song because I remember standing and shaking my groove thing (fourteen years old, whatever constitutes dancing then) every time it played.
Last season, I got to go to five NHL games. And I watched many, many more on the television and computer. I have heard Metallica, Ozzy, The Fratellis (thank you Blackhawks for killing “Chelsea Dagger” which I used to love), and dozens more. Unfortunately, some times they’re lame like “Hot, Hot, Hot.” In Nashville, which has a gorgeous arena with the friendliest workers ever, the Preds have a country goal song. Which is not shocking, I suppose, but it’s not even a good one. It’s some pop Tim McGraw “I Like It I Love It.” After experiencing the “Bro Hymn” at the WFC, Tim McGraw is a major let down. Country plus hockey – unable to compute.
I am not a musician. I play piano some after growing up with dreaded lessons. I took six months of drum lessons years ago, which I really did enjoy. Being a rock star was my back up plan if acting didn’t work out. But I don’t make music. Or write/compose songs or lyrics. I’ve not really tried, but I imagine that if I haven’t by this point, it’s not my gift.
But I love music.
Have you ever seen a movie without the music in the background? Watched some club scene in taping process where they don’t put the music in so as to hear the actors say their lines? It’s wrong. Your subconcious knows that something just isn’t right.
Hockey without the thirty seconds of music between the awesome plays and goals and fights and hits and shots and moments, would be wrong.
Just like watching the Flyers at the WFC without Lauren Hart singing “God Bless America” is a travesty.
P.S. My nephew arrived at 10:20 Thursday evening. Another child to brainwash into liking hockey. :-D