The other night while my husband and I were enjoying dinner out, in an actual restaurant, I made a bet. I bet my husband $50 that the Edmonton Oilers would make it to the second round of playoffs this season. On what basis? My logic is that you can't lose forever. Our baseball team did crappy, our football team isn't doing well, and the Oilers hockey club has been on a down streak for a few years. It makes sense to me, you just can't lose forever. So I made this bet, which Jon accepted.
While I am not a die-hard hockey fan, I grew up with it. When I was little Saturday night, a.k.a. Hockey Night In Canada, was always background noise for me. It bored me, while keeping my Dad and brothers glued to the screen. As I grew up though the sounds of Hockey Night In Canada were music to my ears. When I make comments to my brothers, father, or husband, like "so-and-so is playing well" they come back at me with stats, figures, charts and trade possibilities. I don't understand any of it, but I love the 'music'.
It's back. Preseason games, but still that background music that feels like home and puts a warm smile in my heart is back. I may not understand the intricacies of hockey clubs, but I understand the basics of the game. And I have bet my husband. So Oilers, you better deliver! We are due a cup, and I want my fifty bucks.