On being a fangirl
Saturday, 3 February 2007 20:21![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
krisomniacLast night, I went to my second university Hockey game (and the capitalization of the word Hockey, in this town, is not accidental).
It was like a mass cult gathering.
They chant cheers I don't know at certain minutes in play. They burst spontaneously into song. They have cheers to heckle the opposing team's goalie. They have nicknames for the players whose age/history/stats they recall at a moment's notice. They all know to bring toothpaste to throw on the ice at the Colgate game, dead fish for Harvard. They give up every Friday and Saturday night that the team plays at home. They record games.
It's like fandom on ice.
I suddenly felt less inclined to listen to any local sportsfan who says anything derogatory about this particular girl's obsession with a particular TV show.
Ah, inner peace and pretty boys.
It was like a mass cult gathering.
They chant cheers I don't know at certain minutes in play. They burst spontaneously into song. They have cheers to heckle the opposing team's goalie. They have nicknames for the players whose age/history/stats they recall at a moment's notice. They all know to bring toothpaste to throw on the ice at the Colgate game, dead fish for Harvard. They give up every Friday and Saturday night that the team plays at home. They record games.
It's like fandom on ice.
I suddenly felt less inclined to listen to any local sportsfan who says anything derogatory about this particular girl's obsession with a particular TV show.
Ah, inner peace and pretty boys.
