Above the Glass
by Samantha on 11/22/11 at 01:51 PM ET
Especially this one. It was the moment we’d all waited for all year long: the return of Sidney Crosby, as it should be, in the starting lineup on home ice. And of course, it was everything you’d expect from him and more. I don’t remember the last time I got that excited about a game or a hockey-related event, and that’s saying a lot. Because if it involves hockey, I’m excited. It’s what I live for. But it occurred to me in between pretending to work and really just watching NHL liveblogs on my computer all day and drafting an email to my company’s HR department about why my Crosby jersey should qualify as work appropriate attire that every day of our lives should be like game day. We should be this excited from the time we roll out of bed to the moment we call it a day. But alas, in life not every day can be a game day. But what if it could? What would you do to make every day as exciting as this one? I know what I’d do, and it starts with Pepperidge Farm Orange Milano cookies.
It’s not easy to make every day like this one, but it can be done. I can’t say as I’ve been that good about it this year, but there have been a few prize winners here and there. Plus, I simply refuse to be like one of those people you see on the bus or in the elevator and all they’re doing is trying to get through the day. I refuse to waste any day, no matter how imperfect it turns out to be. And so, with the holidays creeping ever closer each year, I have made an early New Year’s resolution to make every day like game day:
1) Kill the snooze button, embrace the gym. I’m simultaneously humbled by and afraid of those people at my gym who are so uber-fit they look like they live there. But that’s just it - they do sorta live there. I don’t plan to live at the gym, but getting up 15 or 20 minutes ealier in the morning to make time for a short run on the treadmill never killed anyone. Besides, I’ll need an o’dark thirty trip to the gym to balance out this:
2) Dine on the breakfast of champions. In my case, Pepperidge Farm Orange Milano cookies. I once dated a guy because he shared my love for eating Pepperidge Farm cookies for breakfast. He saw nothing wrong with it. Neither do I. If one is to have a true game-like day, cookies for breakfast are simply a must.
3) Game day nap. I mean, really, does anyone actually work after 3 pm on weekdays anyway? And for all y’all who show up for work on Friday and actually work, get a clue. That’s a fruitless endeavor that leads to ruin. It’s Friday, for Pete’s Sake. That’s when you do busy work, build paper clip forts during conference calls and spend your precious game-like day plotting out your weekend.
4) Take one small step towards the giant leap of achieving my dream: publishing a novel. Let’s face it, it’s every writer’s dream. But it’s easier said than done, and most of us end up watching reruns, using up our unemployment checks, borrowing money from friends and ultimately going back to the rat race. But thanks to blogging, I’m a few steps closer to reality. Like life, rejection is a part of the game. But getting up every day and going for it anyway is always better than saying “can’t” and doing nothing at all.
5) Hockey and beer. It’s the whole point of game day for fans, and it should be the point of every day. Even if it’s sitting on my couch watching Center Ice and drinking beer out of my Penguins beer mug. It’s not about the location. Ultimately, it’s about living every last moment of every day the right way. And there is no better way to end any day than with beer and hockey.
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Welcome to Above the Glass, a definitive anti-expert’s guide to hockey. I started blogging in 2009 as part of an effort to learn all 87 rules in the NHL Rulebook in 107 days before the 2010 Olympics, 30 years after I discovered the sport. You can peruse the archival results here. Growing up in Arizona, I didn’t even know hockey existed until February 22, 1980, when the USA played Russia in the Olympics. And just like that, the game of the century changed my life. I still don’t quite understand the icing rule or which faceoff circle goes with what offense, but I do know that every aspect of hockey has something to teach us about life. That’s what you’ll find here, along with my unadulterated passion for the game.
I live in Portland, Oregon, home of the WHL’s Portland Winterhawks. I invite anyone who wants to know more about hockey in the Rose City to visit here, where I blog exclusively about the Winterhawks. I’ll post an occasional musing about the Hawks, the WHL and junior hockey here as well.
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