The past few years my Mom has given us tickets to the Wild vs. Redwings for my birthday. I’m a Wings fan. Born and raised in Minnesota. The State of Hockey. How does this happen you ask? Well, years ago Norm Green took our Stars to Dallas (a bitter pill we were forced to swallow) and left me with no other choice but to shop the NHL for a new team. I spent a little time with the Blues (Curtis Joseph!) and a little time with Toronto (Felix Potvin!) but for the past 17 years or so it’s been Wings all the way.
Of course when the Wild are playing any team other than the Wings I’ll don my Wild gear and proudly stand. I am a Minnesotan after all.
There is something about going to a Wild game-
The little kid skating to center ice with the Wild flag, standing between the refs for the National Anthem:
The Mighty Mites game between the 1st and 2nd periods.
The Wild Anthem:
Makes me tear up every time.
There are no boys in my immediate family and none of my sisters or I played hockey. I hope beyond hopes that my boys love the sport as much as I do (and my family does). It’s like a rite of passage here in Minnesota. Learning to skate on a frozen pond.
Every time I see little kids on the ice I get chills thinking about my boys out there and I look forward to endless hours spent sitting in chilly arenas.
A girl can dream, right?