That Girl

I know I'm that girl. I don't pretend to not be. BUT I'm not one of the sluts or skanks that wait in the parking lots, go to their houses, or even talk to the players even when a chance presents itself. I don't spend every evening at The Stage, Cool Springs/Green Hills, or cruising up and down Concord Rd. Sitting at the glass makes me happy and in my opinion does not deserve the title of "groupie". It's social hour. It's chill out time after a long 10 hour work day. It's bonding time with my siblings. It's everything but that.
I am a hockey fan first and foremost. I'm a woman who happens to find certain players attractive and one happens to be my favorite player but it's not all about looks. I love the game. I know irrelevant stats and trivia because it's what I do. I use the term "my boy" because it's funny. I'm not delusional and those that I would be talking to know exactly who I'm referring to.
It's rare that I get to be excited for my favorite players because my favorites aren't the stars. It's irritating when I'm judged for being excited. If I want to be happy about a goal, an assist, a freaking awesome play, or even an interview, who cares? It's my small ounce of happiness and sadly it ties me over for awhile.
I'll go to sleep smiling tonight because we're in 7th and my boy had the game winner. I don't see anything wrong with that.
I'd rather get giddy over stupid shit like that than to go back to the depressed and ultimately meaningless person I was before. Macy put that into perspective for me last night. "Kelly, you're happier and nicer since you went to that Preds game". It may be a coincidence because I've changed jobs and quit school in that two and a half years but if she wants to believe it's because of a hockey team, let her.
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