I haven’t watched the Vancouver Canucks much this season. I still follow them. But my time is spent in the present these days. I’ve had to let my nostalgia lapse.
I became a Dad again last month.
Becoming a Dad is weird. Eventually it becomes part of your identity, but the beginning is weird. I guess beginnings often are.
Becoming a fan is also weird. Luckily, the weirdness is lost to our youth and irretrievable memories. But to care — to truly care — about a roster of people we’ll never know is a strange way to spend precious leisure time.