Dad says: It was that time of year again: mid winter, heightened excitement about what laid ahead…you know what I am talking about. That time to dress wacky, get crazy, and count down till the puck drops. Not the ball, or the apple in NYC, I am talking about the World Junior Hockey tournament.

Every year, it’s a right of passage, where I am graciously granted some extra tv time (& the Big TV) to watch Canada take on the world on our own version of the frozen tundra. This year was a little different, as Jenn has come over to the dark side of hockey player. It has infused her with a greater understanding and greater passion for the game. So I made room on the couch, but there were still some rules that needed to be followed:
- No talking during play. (Unless you are yelling at the TV)
- If Canada is winning, sit in the same place.
- If Canada won last time, wear the same clothing. A loss? Wash the clothes and wear the sweater. Not a jersey, end of discussion.
- No import beer allowed: no Stella, no Kronenbourg, no Bush. Microbrews are allowed and actually preferred, as long as they are created north of the 40th. I am aware of the global conglomerate ownerships, thanks for your input.
- If you are distantly related to a participating country, you may cheer for them unless they are playing Canada. Then you must shut up.
- Snacks can be from anywhere, as long as they are tasty. We are a cultural mosaic after all…NOTE: If said snacks represent the opposing country, and that country beats Canada, the snacks will be defiled, removed from the host premises, and banned from all future tournaments and games.
Now, this year the host city duties were shared between Toronto and Montreal, so viewership extended to a couple of live visits to the ACC to catch some of the round robin action. With the wife. Now, I am sure I sensed a bit of a shudder as you read that. But I need to be honest here: it was fun. Jenn ‘gets’ more of the game now, and even forsaw a goal coming together based on player positions. Huge upside. She also buys me beers, so…
My biggest challenge is this: I saw Sweden take on Russia, and could not decide who to cheer for. Honestly. ‘72 Summit series with Kharlamov and the Eagle or Forsberg in ’94 that saw every piece of IKEA furniture out on the front lawn after the bastard scored. I had to go the expert for help to overcome this deep seeded predjudice. The answer from the Oracle: watch for good hockey and leave by the end of the 2nd to spite them both. Smart fella..

Mom Says: I absolutely absolutely LOVE watching live hockey. I still remember the nosebleeds we would head at an old school Jets Game. When I first moved to Toronto 12 years ago, I had the privilege to sit in some fancy pants seats Chris got from work..as I stood up to cheer I was told to sit down by guys in suits on their phones and eating sushi. THIS was not my kind of hockey.
MY kind of hockey is yelling…and cheering…and screaming at the play. My hockey is beer..and popcorn and peanuts…and The GOOD ‘OL HOCKEY GAME…and the Kissing Cam and (if you are from Winnipeg you will get the reference) Dancing Gabe and the Wave.
Watching the World Juniors LIVE (Thank you Chevrolet Canada) and on the tele was MY kind of hockey. It was passionate fans and proud Canadians. It was with my husband (who lives and breathes hockey) and it was plain old fun.

CONGRATULATIONS #TEAMCANADA.
WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU.



















































