The Good 'Ol Hockey Game

"Oh! The good old hockey game,

Is the best game you can name;

And the best game you can name,

Is the good old hockey game!"

- Stompin' Tom Conners

A focused inner-hockey fan is found.

February 22: The "hockey? what's hockey?" innocence is removed from Tavish. Until we took him to this Ottawa 67s game, he hadn't had exposure to hockey beyond identifying that there are 'hockey players' on a set of his pjs. Add that to learning how to skate the day before, and a hockey fan was born.

MOMENT: It Must Be Genetic

Daddy watching the score.
Tavish watching the action.
Mommy watching Tavish?

 Grandpa Mike and I were discussing how instinctive it was for Tavish to throw his arms up in victory when a goal was scored. He clearly enjoyed the game and all that it entailed. He literally wanted to stand the entire time for the best vantage point. We concluded that it must be in the genes ... not my genes, not Mike's genes, but Tom's gene's via Grandma Jean. I envision hockey statistics and player trade talk around the table in my future...