This Is Going To Hurt Me, More Than It Hurts You…
We’ve all heard this line, and in my case, it has always been at the “lucky” end of the spoon. But let me tell you, it really hurt, so I can’t imagine how much it hurt my mother…until now.
I, like all hockey fans, face a gut wrenching situation, one which leaves me thinking it will hurt me, more than them; them being the NHL and NHLPA, the Depressing Duo.
Like a petulant child, refusing to see reason and behave in a socially acceptable way, the Duo needs to be punished, they need a time out or a good spanking.
I know this, but, as I put the Duo over my knee, and raise the spoon, I waiver, fearing this will hurt me, more than it hurts them.
You see, I want to punish them, not myself.
Why should I be punished too?
I’ve done nothing wrong!
I’M the victim in all of this!
But, am I really innocent in all of this? Do I really deserve the right to feel the victim burdened with meting out a needed punishment?
And that’s the rub. I’m a part of the problem, too.
I’m the parent that made idle threats, looked the other way when the child began to get too big for his britches, and laughed at his precociousness.
Then, when the recipe for disaster pie was ready to eat, I somehow feel like I’m the one unfairly forced to take a big bite…unwilling to accept it is of my own making.
This wasn’t the first work-stoppage, nor the second. This was the third, in less than a generation, with one of them resulting in a complete loss of a season.
The price paid that time?
For the NHL, record profits.
For the NHLPA, record contracts.
For the fans, another slap to the face.
And I’m as guilty as anyone for the shameful state of contempt heaped upon the fans of this game. I’m the parent that screamed “stop it”, while still laughing at the behaviour.
I’m the problem.
In my desire to not hurt myself, more than the Depressing Duo, I’ve created this situation.
I’ve created the spoiled brat(s).
And now, I’m swinging the spoon, hard.
It’s going to hurt, of that I am sure, but let’s be honest, it can’t hurt more than beginning to hate your own children.