The one about it starting again
Tonight it begins...
After a whole year and half without hockey...
The
Procrasto-Hab
is back. And I was good. I cried only a little. I whined only a little.
People didn't know that it was like quitting smoking. People didn't understand the craving. The pain.
Inside I seethed. With FUUUUUROIUS anger.
But I bided my time.
I weighed my options.
I watched curling.
But not poker.
I created a little Bob Goodenow voodoo doll.
And a littler Gary Bettman voodoo doll.
In my mind.
I tried to watch Les Dragons de Verdun in the fighting league of Quebec.
I hung from the rafters to watch The McGill Redmen take on the Trois Rivi�res Ramparts. And lose. (with one 'o').
And it was OK. But it was like sucking but nit inhaling a cigarello when what you really want is a good Du Maurier light.
But tonight all of that changes.
For tonight I will once again adorn the Bleue-Blanc-Rouge.
I shall stride proudly into the Centre Bell to watch my Habs run over the Bruins in an age old match up - matching the young guns with the seasoned veterans. The kids fighting hard to make the cut.
It doesn't matter that it's a pre-season game.
It doesn't matter that the game in itself doesn't matter.
It matters to me.
Because I want bragging rights.
Against The Gump and his "oh so glorious sporting heartland".
Tish and Pish.
This is Habland baby!
This is OUR freakin' year!