People follow a sport like hockey, and they look for symbolism
They want the game to mean something
They want the game to matter
So, to them a fresh sheet of ice just after the Zamboni’s laid it’s final spray of water
Presents the purest vision of possibility they could imagine.
Skates being sharpened over and over and over again are a mediation on perfection
And the routines and rituals that surround the rink are a language of dedication in need of no translation
To them, games aren’t meant to be seen, they’re meant to be felt.
Blood points a path directly to the heart
Sweat, a trail to the soul
And tears, a connection to a conviction that people search for their entire lives
The ones who look for something more, who believe in something more
Are the ones who turn close games into unforgettable nights
Who transform great players into heros for all time
And who, no matter what, maintain unwavering faith in the incredible
There are people out there who look at something like hockey and they want the game to matter
So it does.
