It's In The Blood
"So you say you're part flapping-head..."
This was a quote from an ex- you aren't wondering WHY he's an ex, are you? The South Park reference aside, his comment was ill-timed since it was the close of the season and I was trying to consume all things Canuck at the time. NO! One is not such a fan that I divorced over a remark about my favorite hockey team...but it did NOT look good on his marriage resume! You see, cheering on the Canucks is in my blood...
I answered my cell to this comment not long after I arrived in SoFL, "Is there some sort of gypsy calendar that would tell me where and when you migrate?" I laughed outloud, "No BJ, there is not! So sad, too bad!" My brother tires of my travels. He is truly my favorite (not just because he is Daddie's namesake); he and I share a love of sports and the same sports teams, which makes sense since he is one of the people who introduced me to sports. My uncle was an UNC, Cavs, Browns and Steelers (when the Brownies did not go far enough) fan; thus my love of the Tarheels. Daddie was a soccer(does anyone remember the Cleveland Force?) and Canucks fan, but my brother BJ was the only one, besides a few cousins, that was willing to explain the sport to a girl-child. This began when our family went up to Vancouver and we were bitten by our northern family's hockey enthusiasm. As I got older, I was less of a 'tomboy' but even more of a fan. When I became privy to the games on sport channels I was a maniac at times. Some men found this "adorable"; others thought it was an abomination- I was invading their mental haven from womankind, with my love of what my mother deemed a "cold, violent bloodbath". KA!
"So what's up down there anyway?" "The same, only I'm older and more bored..." "Keep moving around and you'll make it back down there just in time for retirement- you'll fit right in!" "Ha HA" "I have a coworker that is retiring from the force and opening a security company down there-" "Because that is so unique", I butted in sarcastically. "He might be your type..." "Why is he 188 and can't wait?" (a reference to my preference for guys a full foot taller than me- 6'2"/188 cm- that are ready to marry). "Not even CLOSE!", my brother laughed. We exited our call with him claiming he had something for me that he knew I would like; the last time he said that he sent me a stress-squeeze clown.
I thought nothing more of it until a package arrived this morning via FedEx. "I was not aware they delivered today...", Quinn stated as I walked into the sitting room to retrieve my package from my mother who was now shaking it. "Mommie!", I squealed as she shook it harder. "M.~!" she yelled, aghast that I would find my way into the house from the pool area in a white bikini and flip flops (truth be told, she was probably more aghast at the flip flops than the exposure). "My package?" "It's from your brother...", she said staring at me with feigned disapproval. 'Feigned' because every plus on me, my mother attributed to her; she mentally 'high-fived' herself everytime my unrequited affections broke a man's heart. I carted my package up to my room, least it turn out to be some embarassing, yet hilarious gift. I flopped on my bed, wondering when my mother would remove the raised plaform beneath it that my older sister referred to as 'a stage'. As I opened the box I squealed with glee- it was a Canucks throwback heritage sweater ('72-'73) with "Kurtenbach" and the number "25" sown on the back in chenille felt-backed letters and numbers. The card read: "Hope this arrives in time for the game; I'm wearing mine! Love, BJ" And THAT is why he is my favorite!
As I sit on my bed, laptop firmly on lap; with my throwback sweater on over my bikini; and the central air on fifty degrees, feeling the 'Hell yeah!' joy of the Canucks beating the Avalanches by one point in overtime, I know my brother and all other Canucks are feeling this good too!
This was a quote from an ex- you aren't wondering WHY he's an ex, are you? The South Park reference aside, his comment was ill-timed since it was the close of the season and I was trying to consume all things Canuck at the time. NO! One is not such a fan that I divorced over a remark about my favorite hockey team...but it did NOT look good on his marriage resume! You see, cheering on the Canucks is in my blood...
I answered my cell to this comment not long after I arrived in SoFL, "Is there some sort of gypsy calendar that would tell me where and when you migrate?" I laughed outloud, "No BJ, there is not! So sad, too bad!" My brother tires of my travels. He is truly my favorite (not just because he is Daddie's namesake); he and I share a love of sports and the same sports teams, which makes sense since he is one of the people who introduced me to sports. My uncle was an UNC, Cavs, Browns and Steelers (when the Brownies did not go far enough) fan; thus my love of the Tarheels. Daddie was a soccer(does anyone remember the Cleveland Force?) and Canucks fan, but my brother BJ was the only one, besides a few cousins, that was willing to explain the sport to a girl-child. This began when our family went up to Vancouver and we were bitten by our northern family's hockey enthusiasm. As I got older, I was less of a 'tomboy' but even more of a fan. When I became privy to the games on sport channels I was a maniac at times. Some men found this "adorable"; others thought it was an abomination- I was invading their mental haven from womankind, with my love of what my mother deemed a "cold, violent bloodbath". KA!
"So what's up down there anyway?" "The same, only I'm older and more bored..." "Keep moving around and you'll make it back down there just in time for retirement- you'll fit right in!" "Ha HA" "I have a coworker that is retiring from the force and opening a security company down there-" "Because that is so unique", I butted in sarcastically. "He might be your type..." "Why is he 188 and can't wait?" (a reference to my preference for guys a full foot taller than me- 6'2"/188 cm- that are ready to marry). "Not even CLOSE!", my brother laughed. We exited our call with him claiming he had something for me that he knew I would like; the last time he said that he sent me a stress-squeeze clown.
I thought nothing more of it until a package arrived this morning via FedEx. "I was not aware they delivered today...", Quinn stated as I walked into the sitting room to retrieve my package from my mother who was now shaking it. "Mommie!", I squealed as she shook it harder. "M.~!" she yelled, aghast that I would find my way into the house from the pool area in a white bikini and flip flops (truth be told, she was probably more aghast at the flip flops than the exposure). "My package?" "It's from your brother...", she said staring at me with feigned disapproval. 'Feigned' because every plus on me, my mother attributed to her; she mentally 'high-fived' herself everytime my unrequited affections broke a man's heart. I carted my package up to my room, least it turn out to be some embarassing, yet hilarious gift. I flopped on my bed, wondering when my mother would remove the raised plaform beneath it that my older sister referred to as 'a stage'. As I opened the box I squealed with glee- it was a Canucks throwback heritage sweater ('72-'73) with "Kurtenbach" and the number "25" sown on the back in chenille felt-backed letters and numbers. The card read: "Hope this arrives in time for the game; I'm wearing mine! Love, BJ" And THAT is why he is my favorite!
As I sit on my bed, laptop firmly on lap; with my throwback sweater on over my bikini; and the central air on fifty degrees, feeling the 'Hell yeah!' joy of the Canucks beating the Avalanches by one point in overtime, I know my brother and all other Canucks are feeling this good too!
Labels: DID you doubt it? CANUCKS over AVALANCHES 1-0, puffy winners
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