Breathing

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.

  • B rad

    Well said, I am right there with ya… Rebuild year yet I want this so bad, watching last nights game while “working” I was clearly annoyed and my computer workers caught on and asked ” Why such a big deal, in the game of life its hockey right?”. I said its not just hockey, its Flyers Hockey! Beat the Devs