The Blackhawks ceremony was on the television while I put away my laundry. (Yeah, yeah. Exciting Saturday night. Shut up.) When they introduced the commissioner, the crown booed.
A Chicago crowd booed the commissioner of the NHL. Not cool.
I shouted, “Hey!” at the television. And the cat bolted off my bed and out of the room. I felt badly, as the game wasn’t even on yet.
He just walked back in the room, stopped in the doorway and gave me a hard look. I said, “It’s ok, Spooky. It’s only hockey.” He flipped his tail in the air, turned around and stalked out.
Honestly – I’m not that bad with hockey.