Talking with a colleague the other day, and she said her ideal job would be a professional athlete because of the thrill of all those people in the stands cheering for her. (Don't know if she's seen, say, the WNBA ratings lately . . .)
We have our fans -- a handful at a time. The odd girlfriend or wife. Parents in town. Some friends who think it's unique that they have a buddy playing ice hockey in Oakland, CA (I'm guessing you don't get a lot of those out the Minnesota way).
The wives often come early in the marriage (same for girlfriends). Then kids come along, or they just get sick of sitting on cold metal benches, watching slow hockey by over-the-hill 30+ year-olds,
then hanging out in the parking lot in the ghetto with a bunch of hockey-jocks drinking beer. After a few years, every once in a while they still come make a cameo. Mine would come and bring my daughter if one of our games would start before 7:30 one of these days (we used to get some as early as 5 on some Sundays -- hasn't happened in a while). Small kids, of course, play a big role in this drop in spousal attendence. But when they get older, they start to want to see dad out there skating, plus get a little ride on the ice after the game. That's always good for some kicks.
It is fun to have fans . . . even when there are fewer than the WNBA has.
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