There are times that I’m convinced that I don’t take a breath for a few minutes.
Those times are always playoff hockey games.
I sit, usually with a pillow in a tight embrace, curled up in the fetal position. I’m so wired I wonder if I’ll ever get to sleep after the game if over. I’ve never been to a Lamaze class, but I’m pretty sure my deliberate breathing is similar. I stress more during these weeks than almost anything else in my life.
I have to remind myself that it’s hockey. And should not, technically, affect my life. Whether win or lose, I still have my job, my dog, my life. I have to remind myself that it’s not the end of the world when things go south for the Flyers.
I have to tell myself this a lot.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I believe it.
(images from google)
Which one, guys? Because for a team that’s in it’s rebuild year, making second round is awesome. It’s not over yet.