The other day I was talking to my mother on the phone (she lives in St. Paul) and she said, “So, what’s new?”
I had the funniest little urge to say, “Well, the Sabres came out and said they’ll never fire ANYONE, EVER, and Bucky Gleason is blaming the fans because our collars used to be bluer….and the Sharks and the Caps are being hilariously hapless.”
I thought it was incredibly odd and notable that when asked (by a non-hockey fan, no less), “What’s up?” I had the urge to talk to about hockey. That’s just weird, right?
Two years ago I could not have cared less about hockey.
My life is ruined.