This past 3-day holiday weekend found my husband and me on the road to visit my parents in South Carolina. While it’s always nice to visit family, I find it very rude for them to not subscribe to the NHL channels so that I may support my Bolts’ road trip while on my own road trip. And since Sun Sports doesn’t broadcast outside Florida, I was relegated to phone app updates for Saturday’s game and the car radio to listen to the game while driving home Monday.
No more road trips during hockey games.
As I’m a very visual person, it was difficult at best to follow the patter of the sportscasters, and even more so since they were Boston based. Oh how I even longed for Mr. Esposito’s running radio commentary alongside the soft, dulcet tones of Dave Mishkin’s “SSCCOOOOOORREE!!!!”
Things were sounding very good, and I was getting better at seeing the plays in my mind’s eye. Go, Bolts, go!
Then the accident occurred. You know the one I mean. The break heard ’round the world.
I cannot tell you how frustrating it is not being able to see what’s going on, and have to listen to the announcers say “This doesn’t look good. He’s in a lot of pain.” You don’t even realize how bad it is because you can’t see Stammer pounding on the ice face down or grabbing and jerking around the trainers next to him in pain. (Pretty much any husband can relate to that behavior if they’ve been bedside during their wife’s childbirthing…) And you realize when the stretcher is carting him off the ice that it’s a lot worse then you imagined.
When those 2 quick goals took any remaining wind out of our sails, I unfortunately thought the second one was ours because the last name I heard was Fillpula. Alas, as we all painfully know, I was wrong. AAARRRGGGHHH!! Stupid radio.
During third period there was so much yelling and arm-flapping going on in our car as we cheered plays and booed bad refs and bad passes that I’m surprised no one on the road with us called the Highway Patrol to report some sort of domestic-disturbance-looking event going on.
But no one did, and we were forced to endure each other’s grumpy, fearful attitudes the rest of the way home.
Next time I’m getting satellite TV for the car.