No work tonight. Instead Rogue took me to yet another hockey game. His fam has season tickets they NEED to use, so I don't feel that greedy snatching up every chance I can to see the Caps in action 10 rows from the ice. Tonight's game: Caps vs. Kings. My newtown hometeam vs. my oldtown hometeam. Not a very inspiring game. The Caps reverted to classic sloppy-pass-tripping-poor-defense playing of the bad old days in the second period; and despite a slight comeback in the last 5 min of period 3, final score: Caps 4 Kings 5.
Hockey fans, for better coverage of the game.
Sitting amongst some very adamant fans got me thinking, what if we behaved as parents like we behaved as fans? Cheering when our kids do well and turning on them in a heartbeat with profanities and booing the second they messed up? Then cheering them on again just because they slammed some guy against a wall and started beating him? Blaming everything that goes wrong on some entity external to the family (the reffing was a bit absurd in tonight's game)?
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