"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

I was not ready

If you put on something with Boston on it, you fucking commit to that thing. Whether it’s the Bruins or the Red Sox. You fucking commit. There’s no cheering for them when they win the World Series and then deserting them when they have a bad year. That’s not how you fucking do it. Not in Boston. You watch them for every game, no matter how bad the score is. You shouldn’t put something Boston on if you’re not gonna be Boston.
A very drunk but smart fan at Fenway (via sox-andthecity)


The game of ice hockey means a whole lot of things to a whole lot of people. For some it’s an outlet, for others, a way of life. Whether you’re looking to escape or looking for unity. The game night rituals we all go through, whether it’s in the locker room, on the rink or in our own living rooms unite us all when the first puck hits the ice.

Then we wait 

We wait for that moment that takes our breath away. The big hit, the gloves dropping, the go ahead goal. That moment that turns ordinary men into our heroes and weekend nights into unforgettable memories. Have you ever followed your team from the very start to the final whistle? You don’t just watch, you experience and you share this with thousands of others that cheered along with you all while silently knowing exactly why you’re all there all there. Sports fans understand why their team matters and why they cheer. At times we ask eachother why do we care so much? After all they say, it’s only just a game. Only a game? Hardly.

This has never been only a game, it means too much to too many people for too many reasons for it to be, just a game.