To me, hockey is like Mexican food. There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn't like to eat it, but I keep coming back. It's too spicy and gives me gas. Dos Equis gives me a headache every single time. Despite eating 3 enchiladas I'm hungry 30 minutes later. But if someone texted me now to meet them at Chipotle for a quick burrito, I'd be on the way.
Hockey is like this to me. Am I happy that they have to have a work stoppage every few years in order to get their financial house in order? Hell no. I hate the fact that the owners cannot police themselves. I hate it that the players hired Donald Fehr to represent them, knowing work stoppages are in his DNA. I don't much like the local Wild TV guys. Ticket prices are too expensive for me to buy season tickets. Independent hockey blogs are going the way of the Dodo. The best college hockey conference is also going away after this season. The Wild play in a Division I don't like. Vancouver. Teams that play a game not to lose it. I don't like the shootout; what's the matter with a tie? Some games are worth three points and others worth two. My favorite hockey blog has become too Red Wing centric. Fox Sports North and KFAN think Kevin Gorg is a hockey expert. Only east coast teams play in the Winter Classic. Sidney is everywhere. Vancouver.
Yet despite these reasons, and many more I can't go into here, I love the game of hockey far and above any other sports. Maybe it's because of these hatreds that I love it so much; I need to hate in order to care. In any event, there are far more reasons for me to enjoy the game than there are to hate it. Love it or hate it, I just don't want to become indifferent about it.