The Big Game

I was late, I barely made it in for the start of the third period.
Why were there so many people here, they're only kids right? It's not a big deal.. I was really confused.
A voice greeted me, "hey, you missed your brothers goal!"  *Darn, this was getting worse by the second. What a disappointment I was. It was the Final game of the season, they were going for the cup, and I missed my brother's goal... but they were just kids... this didn't really matter anyways did it? They should just be happy I showed up at all, I almost didn't bother. They probably wouldn't notice anyways...
Behind me to the right were short skirts and "Hockey Girlfriends for the Win." -They have girlfriends too?
Behind me to the left was the rows of men, leaning in on one elbow, grumbling under their breath about the score, the reffing and the good old days.
(I'm starting to realize why I'm a Psych student.. too much people watching)
So much people watching in fact, that I missed the next goal, only realizing it by the eruption of screams around me. Wow. They were so into this.. He's just your boyfriend, it's not like it's the NHL.
Then I really did start watching. I don't even know how it happened. I glanced at the ice to see who scored but I was entranced. This was hockey! I love hockey, and more importantly they love hockey... we could all tell just by watching.
 I woke up from the terrible attitude I had been carrying all season. They were younger than me, but they were far from kids and this was far from being unimportant.
Eruptions again. "Megan, they scored! Did you see that!?"
The short skirts were screaming my brother's name.
"Yeah, I did. It was a beautiful goal.  Nice rebound." ..Trying to amend my ways and make up for it all somehow.
And then I was cheering. Yelling. Screaming. It was all coming back.
They didn't win the game.
But they did win my respect.
...and I bought victory donuts anyways :)