Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Daughter's Hockey Tickets

Growing up I remember hockey. Even though, I had no brothers and my Dad donned skates only once in his whole life, hockey is a big part of my memories. I remember watching my Dad watch the NHL games on Hockey Night in Canada. Back then you had only about 8 teams I believe, so you knew each and every player. And you cheered them on with gusto. We used to tease my Dad who would yell instructions at individual players and then be disgusted when they didn't follow through. This was growing up Canadian.

When I was in elementary school my Dad, who was a barber, would get tickets to the local junior team games for cutting their hair, and he'd take me along. That was fun stuff. Sitting on hard benches in the cold arena, being there live was a whole other feeling than watching from the couch. It was thrilling. I grew up watching the likes of Lanny MacDonald, live, in real person, when he just had black eyes instead of the now trademark handlebar mustache.

So it almost goes without saying, one of my dreams of things I want to do in my life is to go to an NHL game. When I married beloved hubby, I pretty much knew if I was going to go, it wasn't going to be with him. This was the guy who had gone to a Toronto-Montreal match up before I met him and fell asleep. Fell asleelp! It still boggles my mind. Then when Big City Team was in the NHL playoffs a few years back I almost couldn't stand it that I couldn't go to a game. So the kids and I, settled for watching the games on t.v. Which drove hubby near to distraction, as we commandeered the main t.v. at least 3 nights a week for hockey for probably a couple months as the team moved on up through the playoffs. It was the only t.v. with an antennae on it, after all. (That was when we had "peasant vision".)

So with all that in mind, I just signed off on a permission slip for Basketball girl. Apparently the girl's basketball team, both junior and senior get to go to the Big City in February. And it's not to play basketball. It's to go shopping in a mall, go to a resteraunt and go to an NHL GAME! But not just any old NHL game. It's a game that has my two favorite teams against each other. All for the insane price of $5.00.

Huh? How could this happen? I'm already living vicariously through her in her basketball endeavours, but that's a whole other post. And now I get to live vicariously through her as she goes and watches my two favorite teams battle it out. In real life. In a real live huge hockey rink. With pumped up crazy fans. And I'll be at home, watching on the couch, making hubby crazy, yelling instructions at the t.v. (for old time's sake, ahem). And looking for my daughter in the crowd to see if she's behaving herself having a good time.

Hmmm, wonder if I insist, force them to, suggest strongly gently, that they take me as a chaperone, even though a chaperone call has not gone out, would that cramp her style?