Hockey night

Our local team is in the Stanley Cup Finals, but were down 3 zip, last game though they demolished the opponent, chances are slim for our Oilers, and it's been a long long time since we last tasted hockey glory when we had a dream team with Gretzky, Kurri, Messier, Coffey, Simpson and so on. I'm not a big sport fan, but on an aesthetic level hockey is the supreme watching pleasure, the sound of skate on ice, the puck on stick the visual template too is not too shabby, it's just not nice for me to hear the commentators, one voice sounds like he's terminally speaking over choked back sobbing.

Few weeks ago we were over at my brother's place to watch a game and my bro is just the way he was decades ago when our team was a force to be reckoned with, he's a devoted fan, and really gets into it, yelling SHOOT THE PUCK and getting all upset when they make mistakes, he has a room where there's Jerseys and memorabilia, like a shrine.

Off topic dad is feeling his best for a long time, he just gets so sentimental, one of mom's piano students, their family has been very nice to him, helping him with the grieving process, i saw this student on my birthday this year, it was so weird seeing a young lady with extremely high cut off jean shorts, repeatedly hugging and speaking kindly to my dad, a person who represents a vortex of problematic musings for me.

Let's Go Oilers Let's Go!!