Not really a fan…BUT

Let me be clear. I don’t watch hockey. I don’t know the rules of hockey. That hockey lasts until June seems ridiculous to me.

BUT — when, after an interminable 82-game season (I looked that up), plus potentially 20+ more games in the playoffs, the Penguins land in the finals, I take notice. And I watch, sort of. Mostly through my fingers because I find it extremely nerve-wracking to watch a game that matters (“GET THE PUCK AWAY FROM OUR GOAL!” I scream over and over).

Plus, it seemed that every time Mike and I started watching a game, the other team would score a goal, so it was just too much bad karma and we couldn’t bear it.

But, of course we watched the final (on pins and needles). Of course we cheered when we won. Of course I watched parade coverage yesterday and contrasted it with the Steelers parade a few months ago.

That was the most impressive thing — how very different these young Pens players are from the Steelers.

Don’t get me wrong — if you know me, you know that I’m a diehard Steelers fan. Love them. Love football. Amen.

But, even I got a little bored at the parade ceremony as player after player stepped up to the mike and screamed something with a lot of WHOOOOOOOs and YEAH BABYs thrown in.

In contrast, the young Pens were grateful, humble, mostly quiet (no doubt some were losing their voices after a weekend of partying), and very appealing. Hell, they had their parents on stage with them! I’ve always known Sidney Crosby is a class act — you can barely watch a newscast without seeing him doing something nice for a fan or a charity. And it was great to see the other players whose names I barely knew before, but now will know to watch for. And how can you not love Mario?

So, YAY PENS! And YAY to bringing the City of Champions title back where it belongs.

If winning isn’t everything, why do they keep score?
~ Vince Lombardi