Kukla's Korner Hockey
by Paul on 11/23/05 at 10:32 AM ET
Down here in Indiana, I know the NHL lockout came and went and many of you took no notice. But for a lifelong Michigan girl like me, it was a year of painful longing. In the Great Lakes State, hockey is nearly a religion. So for our cathedrals to sit empty for months, for our idols to sit idle, for the Zambonis to collect dust, it was a travesty of almost unspeakable proportions. I can tell you when (1997 Stanley Cup finals, some time between games three and four) I fell hard and fast for hockey, but I have never been able to pinpoint exactly what it is that casts such a spell on me. It's the smell of the ice, the sound of glass rattling after a good, hard hit. It's the time I've spent with my father at hockey games. And, I must admit, it's getting to turn around and correct the know-it-all guy and his inaccurate hockey statements and watch the smirk fade from his face as he gets put in his place by a girl. Without my hockey, I felt lost.
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