We're all sad. Admit it. I've tried to keep upbeat, but when I woke up literally, sick to my stomach, I thought it was just the giant math test looming over my head. Then it was over, and I hardly ate, and when I finally did, I just strated to cry.
I know, it's just hockey. It's a sport, but it's so much more than that to me. Hockey changed the relationship I had with my father from just a normal one to a very close one. Extremely close, to be honest. I thought it was strange that the farther away I was from my dad, the closer we were, and the more I wanted to go home every weekend. We formed such a great relationship because we both started to love hockey, love the Thrashers. He got me amazing seats, got me their early to see the warm ups and I felt so special to be that kid that I thought my younger sister was for so many years. So not only was last night the end of the season, it was the end of hockey games for months. The few months I'll be home, they'll be no Thrashers hockey, no driving into the city, no wearing my white jersey, no more hockey talk and I guess I thought, no more time with my dad. I know it's not true. I just wanted to go home for game five and be there one last time, win or lose. I'll be there next season, of course, but it seems so far away.
Hockey has made me think a lot about my career. I am seriously considering transferring to GSU to major in jorunalism with a minor in photography. We'll see what happens, but I would like to apogolize for posting this here. It's a Thrashers blog, but I can't help that my life has bleed over into the Thrashers. I just feel like I'm at home at Phillips Arena...don't you?
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