There's a scene in the film "Field of Dreams" where Shoeless Joe Jackson picks up a baseball and throws it for the first time in nearly 70 years. After throwing the ball, a smile comes to his face and he says "I did love this game." This is how I feel about hockey.
When news of the impending lockout spread last spring, I told myself it wasn't a big deal. I convinced myself that I could fill the void left by the NHL by watching baseball, football and reading more books. Hockey doesn't start to get interesting until the playoffs, I attempted to believe.
The football season started, I watched a few games and got annoyed by the many commercial breaks. I sat down and gave baseball a real shot too; these were the playoffs, right? No dice, I fell asleep on the couch night after night. I have managed to read a bit more, but even that got a bit boring for me.
But when I flipped on a meaningless college hockey game last weekend between the University of North Dakota and some school from Canada, it all came rushing back. I did love this game. The NFL, MLB and Amazon cannot fill the void. There is a hole in my life until this silly CBA is figured out.