Coyotedroppings
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Hello, I'm Coyotedroppings and I'm an NHL addict, it's been less than 24 hours since my last game.
I started using when I was about five, or six. In the beginning a random game on tv satisfied me. As I grew older, I became more dependent, needed to watch more games and was thrilled by the too few and too far between live games I would get to attend.
When I started making better money, I would on occasion travel five hours one way (most of the time all in one day) to see a game live. Those miles and hours became worth it, as that team won Lord Stanley's Cup one season!
Shortly after moving to the valley, I became a season ticket holder for what became my new homes, home team, the Phoenix Coyotes. It never was that great, but it satisfied my itch. I immediately became a fan with hopes and dreams of my team becoming competitive and maybe even winning the Stanley Cup one day. As the years went by and none of that happened, I felt terrible after all the losses and would ask myself why I keep doing this, but just couldn't shake the itch, the hope of one day witnessing success.
Suddenly in 2008, when things off the ice were riding the waves of uncertainty, a much needed new coach and new attitude came along. In 2012 I found myself on the precipice of my dream, the ultimate high, the potential of winning Lord Stanley's Cup. However, my team looked like they had paid no mind to the rival LA Kings, that had become a buzzsaw that post season and subsequently lost their only shot at the coveted grail to date. I had invigorated hope though and found myself wanting more. Unfortunately, by 2014 the thrill was gone and I found myself questioning my sanity again.
When Covid struck, I was nearly panicked, that I may have to do w/o my fix. Fortunately my relied upon dealer (the NHL), found a way for me to attend games. I became selfish, like I was one of the privileged few, I could enjoy the game w/o hearing stupid comments around me from annoying fans, the only sounds were of the action on the ice. It was a beautiful time, in so many ways, we even managed to "play our way in" to the playoffs, but I knew it could not be sustained forever, that payrolls had to be met and profits made. To make matters worse, my beloved team was literally trounced in the playoffs.
Anyway, I'm rambling and the inside of my forearm is starting to itch..... thank God there's a game tonight! My mind is right, I'm thrilled to see Kaner again and the Red Wings. These are the things I tell myself, in case the fix is bad and we don't win.
I'll close with this and it's really the point of this entire story: I've faithfully spent buku dollars and countless hours on this organization for eighteen years now, receiving with what by nearly all standards is very little positive and a lot of negative to show for it. I do this mostly because of my addiction, but in no small part, to help grow the game, keep the team here, or at least that's what I tell myself as justification. Today, I watched good teams get better and my team yet again give me nothing, they want me to be patient, to keep forking over parts of my kid's inheritance annually. Today, I am reminded, hit with the brick (that is my addiction) to the forehead of just how stupid I am and I'm admittedly a bit salty. Tomorrow, given the quality of our opponent today and the team's recent slide, I will most likely wake up with the addict's hangover yet again. That hangover, as all those before it will too subside and I will pathetically and willingly walk the path that this THE greatest game on earth has laid before me, the path I started walking at a tender age, because I just can't help myself.
Hello, I'm Coyotedroppings and I'm an NHL addict, it's been less than 24 hours since my last game.
I started using when I was about five, or six. In the beginning a random game on tv satisfied me. As I grew older, I became more dependent, needed to watch more games and was thrilled by the too few and too far between live games I would get to attend.
When I started making better money, I would on occasion travel five hours one way (most of the time all in one day) to see a game live. Those miles and hours became worth it, as that team won Lord Stanley's Cup one season!
Shortly after moving to the valley, I became a season ticket holder for what became my new homes, home team, the Phoenix Coyotes. It never was that great, but it satisfied my itch. I immediately became a fan with hopes and dreams of my team becoming competitive and maybe even winning the Stanley Cup one day. As the years went by and none of that happened, I felt terrible after all the losses and would ask myself why I keep doing this, but just couldn't shake the itch, the hope of one day witnessing success.
Suddenly in 2008, when things off the ice were riding the waves of uncertainty, a much needed new coach and new attitude came along. In 2012 I found myself on the precipice of my dream, the ultimate high, the potential of winning Lord Stanley's Cup. However, my team looked like they had paid no mind to the rival LA Kings, that had become a buzzsaw that post season and subsequently lost their only shot at the coveted grail to date. I had invigorated hope though and found myself wanting more. Unfortunately, by 2014 the thrill was gone and I found myself questioning my sanity again.
When Covid struck, I was nearly panicked, that I may have to do w/o my fix. Fortunately my relied upon dealer (the NHL), found a way for me to attend games. I became selfish, like I was one of the privileged few, I could enjoy the game w/o hearing stupid comments around me from annoying fans, the only sounds were of the action on the ice. It was a beautiful time, in so many ways, we even managed to "play our way in" to the playoffs, but I knew it could not be sustained forever, that payrolls had to be met and profits made. To make matters worse, my beloved team was literally trounced in the playoffs.
Anyway, I'm rambling and the inside of my forearm is starting to itch..... thank God there's a game tonight! My mind is right, I'm thrilled to see Kaner again and the Red Wings. These are the things I tell myself, in case the fix is bad and we don't win.
I'll close with this and it's really the point of this entire story: I've faithfully spent buku dollars and countless hours on this organization for eighteen years now, receiving with what by nearly all standards is very little positive and a lot of negative to show for it. I do this mostly because of my addiction, but in no small part, to help grow the game, keep the team here, or at least that's what I tell myself as justification. Today, I watched good teams get better and my team yet again give me nothing, they want me to be patient, to keep forking over parts of my kid's inheritance annually. Today, I am reminded, hit with the brick (that is my addiction) to the forehead of just how stupid I am and I'm admittedly a bit salty. Tomorrow, given the quality of our opponent today and the team's recent slide, I will most likely wake up with the addict's hangover yet again. That hangover, as all those before it will too subside and I will pathetically and willingly walk the path that this THE greatest game on earth has laid before me, the path I started walking at a tender age, because I just can't help myself.
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