Why Hockey Is Better
Okay, we're mostly supposed to talk about writing here. Or books. Or movies. Or recipes. Something with story, right? (I'm sure recipes all have a story. Mostly, when I cook, the outcome is always in doubt, and that's usually a good story ingredient!)
I believe sports is about story, too. Will the good guys (my team, of course) beat the bad guys? A rivalry has been building all season and now it's the thrilling final clash, who will emerge victorious? Evil Player A put a dirty hit on Saintly Player B, how will Player B's posse react when the teams meet again? Oh the drama!
April is a big sports month. The baseball season is getting started. Major golf championships are underway. Soccer is going strong. The regular basketball season is almost over, and their playoffs loom. Hockey's regular season is over, and their playoffs have just begun.
I know everyone has his or her own sports preference (or preference to not follow any sport), but my choice is hockey. Hands down. For me it has the most excitement, the most drama, the most heart. The playoffs, especially in the early rounds, are full of surprises and upsets and interesting storylines. It's the reason they wrote that song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." (Many people think that's a Christmas song, but I'm sure it must have started out being about the NHL playoffs and got commandeered by someone who needed something for an early-December TV show and changed most of the words. Come on, the line "It's the hap-happiest season of all" HAD to have been written about hockey!)
Case in point: Richard Peverley.
Rich Peverley is a member of my favorite hockey team, the Dallas Stars. The team was playing the Columbus Blue Jackets on the night of March 10, 2014, when, six minutes into play, the game was abruptly halted. Head coach Lindy Ruff and the rest of the Stars were frantic over on the bench. Peverley had collapsed. His heart had stopped.
For forty-five long minutes, nobody in the arena or watching on TV knew what had happened. I knew Peverley had some heart issues and had missed the first three weeks of the season because of it. When the time dragged on and our regular broadcast team (the wonderful Ralph and Razor) counted up and said that Peverley was the only one missing, I was afraid he had died. He had died.
Thanks to the quick work of the training staff and the doctors available at the game (and the mercy of God), he was revived. One of the first things Peverly asked when he was conscious again was how much time was left in the first period. I'm sure he intended to go back in and play. Now that is a hockey player!
Unfortunately (though I'm sure his family is happy), the incident ended Peverly's season and, perhaps, his hockey-playing career. But he still travels with the team and no doubt is a great help to them.
Certainly there are people of courage, dedication and determination in every sport (and more in every other walk of life), but this boils it down for me. This is why I love hockey.
Rich Peverley, Dallas Star.
P. S. The Stars-Blue Jackets game that night was cancelled and replayed a month later. The Stars ended up losing that one, but they are in the playoffs. It's the most wonderful time of the year . . .
Which sport is your favorite? Or do you prefer anything other than sports? Why?
DeAnna Julie Dodson has always been an avid reader and a lover of storytelling, whether on the page, the screen or the stage. This, along with her keen interest in history and her Christian faith, shows in her tales of love, forgiveness and triumph over adversity. She is the author of In Honor Bound, By Love Redeemed and To Grace Surrendered, a trilogy of medieval romances, as well as Letters in the Attic, The Key in the Attic, The Diary in the Attic and The Legacy in the Attic, contemporary mysteries. Her new series of Drew Farthering Mysteries debuted in the Summer of 2013 with Rules of Murder, to be followed by Death by the Book and Murder at the Mikado in 2014 from Bethany House. A fifth-generation Texan, she makes her home north of Dallas with three spoiled cats