Sometimes, no matter how hard I try to suppress it, the testosterone just gets the better of me.
So I end up doing things like watching my first hockey game in, uh, 35 years.
But we won.
"I love it when you say 'we' when you talk about Sweden," A., the TV producer said, as she jumped up and down and screamed, along with the husband and C., the fashion photographer and me.
You have no idea what it means when a little inconsequential country like Sweden manages to kick some hockey butt in front of the whole world.
I think surely 6 million out of Sweden's 9 million inhabitants must have been watching and cheering just like us.
Goddammit, we won!
And then, as I was walking home from the office today, who should come down Sveavägen but the whole winning team, complete with loudspeakers announcing that it was them, their faces grinning from the bus window, the people on the street clapping and shouting "hurrah!"
(Okay, I admit it. I'm a hockey opportunist jump-on-the-bandwagon kind of guy. But hey, we won. Maybe I should watch more often?)
The Swedish word for the day is guld. It means gold.
Addenda: I was reminded by my local hockey expert that good sports always mention the competition, in this case, the Finnish team, who played an excellent game, at least as far as I could tell.
- by Francis S.