Spring 2009

To explain this endeavor, I have to start at the beginning. When I come to the end, I’ll stop.

In March of 2009, I woke up on a Saturday morning (er, early afternoon probably) to find my mother and grandmother standing about a foot away from our television. [This, in itself, is an interesting fact because it's 42 inches. If you miss something, you’re crazy!]
They explained that a hockey game was on television and that my cousins and uncle (who live in Virginia) were at the game. He had called and explained where they were sitting, so the two of them were pausing, rewinding, and fast-forwarding the game to try and find the tops of three blonde heads.
At the time, I hated hockey. I can’t tell you why, but I thought it was a stupid sport. I sat there and snickered as they did this. I must admit, their frustration was rather entertaining. After a while, I started to focus on the action, what was going on in this game. It was more entertaining.
I finally asked them to stop because if they hadn’t seen them yet (it had been about 30 minutes) they wouldn’t. I was being selfish though. I just wanted to watch. I decided to follow the team through the remainder of the season. Each game made me like them/hockey a little more.
Needless to say, the Washington Capitals were playing. Though I couldn’t tell you the name of a single player in the NHL, none the less on the team, I soon grew extremely fond of hockey and the Capitals.