I’ve seen and experienced this
phenomenon throughout my life, and am in the thick of it with hockey. All the
guys who are involved with the sport are in awe of our fearless leader and
follow, on some level, in his footsteps. We’re all longing for that small speck
of approval, waiting for him to throw us the proverbial bone, and will do what
it takes to get it. It must harkens back to the days of our youth when we
sought out our father’s approval. I don’t know what it is, but there’s
something about dedication, passion, and expertise in sports that speaks
volumes to a lot of guys, even if the focus is a bit narrow, maybe even a
little unhealthy. There’s more to life, though we often can’t see that. Maybe
it speaks to the little boy in all of us.
Whatever be the case, I think our
wives just don’t get it, and understandably so. It’s just a game, right? We
entered into this knowing and understanding this, and here we are, immersed in
it and in over our heads. At least some of us. When A&N started to play
hockey, I liked the idea of helping out, and now I feel like it’s gotten out of
hand. Part of it has to do with the fact that my hockey disposition has taken a
big plunge, for reasons that are too complicated to get into right now.
However, I think everyone experiences
some level of hockey fatigue, it’s only natural. The sport asks a lot of every
parent, more than any sport I’d ever taken part in. If you have a family and a
life, you have to realize that the level of dedication borders on obsession,
and now I feel I have to take big step back. The season is winding down, so
it’s a good time to reflect and reassess, and definitely make some changes.
The next few months should be
interesting. We’ll see where it goes. Until then, thanks for reading, and thanks to Mark-Crossfield for the pic.
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