Drunk or Sober? From June to October.
We’ve all been drunk, no? Not from alcohol, not exclusively, but years for some, decades for others of unconsummated love for a hockey team – our hockey team – our Los Angeles Kings, suddenly to climax. Tonight, for no particular reason, I watched game five against the Coyotes. It wound me up. My juices flowed. My blood bubbled. Game five against the Dogs was followed by game six against the Devils from the beginning to the end…for the 22nd time since we won the Stanley Cup.
How have you been? When did life return to normal for you? Has it? Is it still surreal or has the fact your L.A. Kings are the Stanley Cup Champions sank far and deep enough into your psyche to become fixed?
Have you been reading about the team? Following each player’s day with the Cup? I know you’ve been watching the games.
And what about the season? 2012-2013. Yeah, we are not sure what’s going to happen there, right? Timmy Love called me on Friday and we chatted about the CBA, the league’s offer, our frustrations with the owners and their adolescent gamesmanship of setting the rules, failing to play by them and then whining about absurd new terms at the player’s sole expense to protect them from themselves. Timmy doesn’t think the season will start on time. I don’t know. Negotiations are fluid. Little can happen in weeks. A lot can happen in hours.
“Where’s Surly?” Drunk.
Funny thing happened today. It started with a relaxing motorcycle ride through the canyons. It ended moments ago with the celebration that followed game six. I sobered up.
I am ready for hockey again.