Bossman and i just got back from the Predators hockey game. i’ve become a hockey fanatic since moving to Nashville in 2002. i read the sports page first instead of the Life section. I get newsletters from the Predators team, NHL and HockeyBuzz. My sweater is signed by four players. i got to go on the ice during the Season Ticket Holders Open House (yes, we’re season ticket holders) and shoot a puck with a hockey stick into the net. it was fun. tonight’s game was very exciting and i’m hoarse from yelling. one of our guys got called for tripping when he got tangled up with a Columbus player and they both went down on the ice. they had a few goons out there who were hitting and drawing penalties left and right. my husband, Bossman, told me after the game that i yelled, “why don’t you knock him out while you’ve got him down.” i don’t remember doing that. i think that’s a bad thing. i’m a little worried that i’m turning into a beer-drinking-guy-hockey-fan; and i don’t even drink beer. i enjoy a good and fair fight when it’s retaliation for an unfair and illegal hit. that doesn’t make me a bad person, does it? we listen to the pre-shows and post-shows on the radio going to and coming from the games. i’ll grab tomorrow’s sports section and check the attendance, penalties, shots-on-goals and box scores for the NHL. what in the world has happened to me? i’m finally a sports fan at 55. better late than never, i guess. it’s fun, the team is just special for some reason, as is the coaching staff and management. we’re in limbo with ownership and hopefully will keep our hockey team in town. what in the world will happen to me if they leave? i can’t bear to think about it.