1. My Dad... And Mom
Being born and raised in Southern California, the son of a former football player isn't normally the recipe for the making of a Hockey fan. As a result I have to give my Dad some credit for instilling in me a love of Hockey, even if it was at the expense of football. Growing up I don't remember EVER watching a football game on television with my father. I DO remember Wayne Gretzky in blue and orange raising the cup. I vividly remember the 'Miracle on Manchester'. I remember the day Gretzky was traded to the Kings. These are the pro sports memories that stuck in my head from childhood. I know there was some guy playing football back then called "the refrigerator", but I couldn't tell you the names of any of his team mates... If my dad was still with us, I know He would have been there with me the night the Ducks won the Cup, we would have cheered and high-fived and celebrated just like we did when I was a kid. Really he WAS there with me that night, because without my Dad I wouldn't be a Hockey Fan.
Thanks Dad.
Ya know, maybe 'Growing up Hockey' in So Cal had more to do with the influence of my Canadian Mom than my Footballer Dad...
Thanks Mom.

2. The Great Western Forum
I recently went back to the forum for the first time since it ceased being a hockey arena and you know what? I love that building. It is an absolute hell hole and I love it. All the memories came flooding back. The 'star' pattern in the ceiling girders. The single concourse and the hike to the "cheap seats". The subterranean restrooms and lines that having one concourse caused. The Smell.
Sure it's a pit, but it was the first Hockey arena I ever stepped foot in and it makes me appreciate the Honda Center that much more.

3. Where men are men and they Never Say Die
McSorely, Baumgartner, Grimson, Propert, Domi, Brashear, May, Parros... I love the rough stuff. I love that when you honor is at stake, you fight for it. I love that Hockey allows the emotions to be put on display, that the crowd is allowed to feed of the emotions of the players and vice versa. It's raw, it may be primitive but it's what sports are supposed to be about, PASSION.
There is an unwritten code of conduct for fighters, that is sometimes obeyed, but in the end, I salute the tough guys, the thugs, the goons, the warriors. Todd Marchant played 20+ games last year with a broken foot. A Basketball player would be at risk of MISSING that many games with a broken pinky. Hockey players give it all, when the post season rolls around it seems that most of them would rather die than lose. No other sport matches this sort of never say die attitude that is readily apparent in the NHL.
God bless the 'Iron Men'.

4. History, Tradition
I have touched the Stanley Cup. I have run my fingers over the engraved names of decades gone by, of dynasties, of legends. I have ran my hand over the inside of the bowl, where the first names were engraved on the cup with an ice pick. I have stood in it's presence and starred in awe. Nothing in sports equals the history and tradition of Hockey, nothing else is even close.

5. It's just a game
Had you asked me 10 years ago what my favorite part of hockey was, I likely would have said the fighting. A lot has changed since then. Nothing more important than being a parent. I love hockey because everyone I have met who is involved in the sport seems to realize that at the end of the day, it's just a game. There are more important things in this world. The players take the time to engage the fans, to do charity work and to use their money and fame for the good of the community and the children. No other sport emphasizes the player/community relationship as much as hockey and for that, as a fan and as a parent, I'm truly grateful.
Thanks Drew.













