We are Calgary Flames fans. My brother in law is a Vancouver Canucks fan. My Dad is a Boston Bruins fan. My mother vacillates between Calgary and Boston, usually choosing Boston for first in her affections. My sister is a Bruins fan with the Canucks as a close second.
Naturally, we’ve all been out to capture our children’s affection for a particular NHL team. We are all out to convert these poor tinies to our team.
We bought Anne lovely Calgary Flames gear including her hockey stick. And she loved it. We’ve also bought items for Joe, convinced that his name is meant for the Hockey Hall of Fame (come on “Big Joe Bessey”!).
Brian and I were feeling pretty smug, sure of our little Flames fans.
And then, on Saturday, Papa and Granny brought out the big guns.
They bought Anne her very own Bruins hockey sweater, complete with her own name on it (and, of course, Bobby’s number 4 on it).
Here they are, worshipping at the shrine to Bobby Orr together.
This small girl has slept in her jersey for three nights. She won’t take it off to eat. She is obsessed with hockey. We took her skating that day and all she wanted to talk about for two hours was about how when she was “grown up” she was going to be a “hockey girl”.
Oh, and go Bruins.
