Well Color Me…..

My ramblings on the world in general and my life in particular

…nostalgic

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and reflective and a bit sad. See the Boston Bruins have made it to the Stanley Cup Finals. I’m a Bruins fan. I’m not a rabid fan, but I enjoy watching the game. Watching the Bruins reminds me of my daddy – he passed away in 1990, shortly before my wedding.

When I was little, I’d sit on the couch, all curled up next to him and watch games on television and he’d take me to games at the Garden. It was kind of like our thing. I don’t pretend to know all the rules of the game, but I know enough to like it. If my twins had been boys, they would have been Cameron and Raymond after Cam Neely and Ray Bourque – well probably not, but it’s fun to joke about.

Anyhow, when I was a teenager, my life went it’s own way and those special daddy/daughter moments were fewer and fewer. One night, during hockey season, I was up in my room, and my dad was downstairs watching the game and he called me downstairs for whatever reason. I remember as soon as I entered the room, the B’s scored a goal. I did whatever my dad wanted and went back upstairs and a bit later, he called me down again and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I hit the living room, you heard “GOAL!”

Now logically we all know that it was just a coincidence, but that never stopped my Dad from calling me downstairs whenever the B’s were behind. It was our own little joke and an opportunity to relive a bit of a special something that we shared together.

So flash forward God knows how many years and I’m watching the game. I had to leave to go pick up my own kids from Drivers Ed. I got them and we headed home and back into the house and wouldn’t you know it, just as I hit the living room, the announcer starts screaming “Goal!”

Again, just a coincidence, but for me, it was like my Dad was there and we were watching the game one more time. It’s been a long time since the days of Bobby Orr, The Chief, Phil Esposito and Derek Sanderson, but for one brief, happy moment they were back, right along with my Dad.

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