Apr. 13th, 2014
So, I was on twitter, talking to candy_belle about hockey and how it ruins lives, like you do, when I mentioned Geno and how could anyone hate him, ever, seriously. It devolved into me going on about how much I like his goal cellies, especially when he roars and pounds on the glass. Then I got goaded into doing a picspam of said cellie because I have no resistance about these things.
Here it is, the last part of the NHL Meme:
People follow a sport like hockey and they look for symbolism. They want the game to mean something. They want the game to matter. So to them, a fresh sheet of ice just after the zamboni’s laid its final spray of water presents the purest vision of possibility they could imagine. Skates being sharpened over and over and over again are meditation on perfection. And the routines and rituals that surround the rink are a language of dedication in need of no translation. To them games aren’t meant to be seen they’re meant to be felt. Blood points a path directly to the heart. Sweat, a trail to the soul and tears, a connection to a conviction that people search for their entire lives. The ones that look for something more, believe in something more, are the ones that turn close games into unforgettable nights, who transform great players into heroes for all time. And who no matter what maintain unwavering faith in the incredible. They’re people out there who look at something like hockey and they want the game to matter. So it does.