My Husband got tickets to a hockey game. Now you know I love going to a live event, so this should be a good thing, but….well….things happen.
First off, let me start off with the fact that it was the Rangers vs Islanders. These are both New York teams. There has been a heated rivalry between these two since hockey expanded and the Isles began playing in Nassau County. My Husband and Daughter, both born in the city (albeit different boroughs) are rabid Ranger fans. Growing up 10 miles from the Nassau Coliseum, I grew up a fan of the Islanders. I remember when Islander fans would taunt the opposition with “1940” because the Rangers had a long draught before winning the Stanley Cup in 1994. The Ranger fans would yell back “Potvin Sucks” , a taunt on the star defense player in the Isles heyday in the 80’s. Though I no longer actively watch hockey, there was no way I could actually root for the Rangers. Hmmm. I was going to be sitting in between two people wearing Ranger Blue…..
Then the Facebook post. I took a cute shot of my daughter in her Ranger jersey and posted it. Boy, the grief I got from my Mother and Sister and one of my hockey friends from back in the day……I actually had to explain the fact that yes, my daughter was a fan of the Rangers.
Next drama. The week before the game, a friend of my Husband was supposed to be having a birthday party for his girlfriend. Due to a plumbing emergency, the party got postponed to the same time and day as out hockey game. My husband told his friend that we couldn’t go to the party- we had game tickets. The guy was actually mad that we chose the game over the birthday party. Now some might disagree with me- but I don’t ever make people feel bad if they can’t do something I invited them to.
Now to the last drama, which is why I am glad I am not a teenage girl. We had one extra ticket and we told my daughter to invite a friend. Now by the unwritten rules of being a girl in high school in 2018 in NYC, apparently, my daughter is only “allowed” to invite her BFF since 5th grade, or her BF from 7th grade. When neither of these girls were able to make the game, my daughter “couldn’t” invite anyone else. Could not invite anyone else, cause apparently, everyone else is a package deal of sorts. If she invites S, N will get mad. If she invites N, S will get mad. If she invites M, both N and S will get mad. And so on. And so on. And so on. Being a teen is tiring. How do you remember all your assignments and the rules of civility regarding the teenage social infrastructure? How do spend your time worrying about whose feelings are likely to be hurt in any given scenario and study for the physics mid term?
And at the end of the day, my Husband invited one of his friends to the game. the Islanders crushed the Rangers, I think 7-2. I believe my Husband’s friend has forgiven him. Social order in the teenage realm is status quo.
But boy, was there a lot of angst in my household over one hockey game.