Until 1994, lacrosse was Canada’s official national sport but to most Canadians, hockey held that title. These days, hockey shares the official title. From Newfoundland to Vancouver Island, Canadians are passionate about their hockey, from the NHL-ers right down to the four and five-year-olds who are just learning to skate.
On Saturday night, hubster and I were invited to share a private box (complete with food and booze) with good friends to watch the Oshawa Generals play the Mississauga/St. Michael’s Majors. This is OHA Junior A, and some of these boys will be the NHL players we’ll be watching in years to come. Who knows, the next Bobby Orr or Wayne Gretzky might have been on the ice last night.
It was a first for me in more ways than one
– the first time I’d ever been to a hockey game where I didn’t personally know any of the players
– the first time I’d ever been to a hockey game and didn’t freeze to death
– the first time I’d ever been to a hockey game and was served and treated like a guest
I’m not much of a hockey fan, but I can tell you one thing. Watching from the luxury of a private box with good company, a drink in one hand and a plate of hors d’ouvres in the other was pretty darn nice. And the most surprising thing about the whole evening – I actually watched the game and enjoyed it!
Have a great day!
PS: I’m also blogging today at History Ink, a new group historical blog. Today, I’m talking about the criminals in my ancestry. If you have a moment, please stop by and say hello.