Yeah, Frankie

Since I came to college, I have developed a somewhat unhealthy obsession with hockey. I mean, I always liked it, but now we have a team and I have a suitemate who loves it and essentially, DU is just enabling me. Not that I'm complaining. It's beautiful.

And as any hockey fan ever will tell you, this lockout fucking SUCKS. Only two college games a week, that's all we get to watch? NEVERRRR.

So we go to club games.

And we get sassy.

Because it's club hockey.

And it's allowed there.

The first club game I went to was a couple weeks ago, and we played Weber State. Bunch of Utah mormons. You know, casual.

Of course, I use the term "played" very loosely. I got there at the beginning of the second period, and we were already losing by like seven goals. And I say like because it was a while ago and I don't really remember. But we were not really playing hockey, we were just kind of smacking a black thing around with a stick and skating in circles and being pretty.

(I like how I use "we" as if I'm actually on the team. Lol, as if.)

We were sitting in the student section, a.k.a. our section since we're basically their only fans that aren't related by blood, which is right behind the opposing team's goalie for two of the three periods.

I mentioned that we get sassy, right?

We spent the whole time heckling him and chirping him and just basically being obnoxious, because he could hear everything we were saying and he could react, too, since he essentially had the game in the bag at this point (it was 9-0) and didn't exactly have to pay great attention.

He would turn around and wink at us when he was getting a drink or grin when he was skating around during breaks and at one point we did something particularly obnoxious and he picked up a bunch of snow on his stick and flipped it at the glass.

He was such a flirt. We had good fun. Ah, hockey.

When there were only a few minutes left and we still hadn't scored yet, we started begging him to let in one goal, just one, for us, pleeeease, and then he DID. And he turned around and winked at us afterward like "hey, you're welcome."

Coolest club goalie award.

Anyway, that was a few weeks ago, and then (because we have nothing else to do over break) my suitemate Meghan, her friend Laurel and I were planing on going to this week's club games. And Friday at 2 p.m. was Weber State.

So we did what any reasonable hockey fan would do and we made him a sign.

It looked a little something like this:

Then we took it to the game yesterday, and felt super awkward because we were basically the only DU fans and there were lots of Weber fans and some girls were giving us weird looks when we were standing on their side during warmups.

We decided the best course of action would be to wait until he was on our side (we were in JBA, not Magness, and it's a very inconvenient arena. There are no sections behind the goalies, and the home side is technically the away side... I don't know. Club hockey problems) and then we would hold it up when he wasn't doing anything.

Unfortunately, DU actually played well. Which was awesome, but it also meant that the damn goalie was paying attention to the game and not us. What the hell. There were only a couple times when he glanced over, and we were only holding it up one of those times, and he didn't see it. Anger and disappointment.

But, like the dedicated fans we are, we waited around after the game (as awkwardly as possible) and got really (awkwardly) excited every time a Weber player came out only to get equally as (awkwardly) disappointed every time we realized it wasn't him. He was the only one with a beard. Hard to miss.

After we saw our goalie with hair that looks like it belongs in a Pantene commercial (according to Laurel) come out, we decided we had probably missed our man because our little goalie takes longer than a girl in the locker room and there was no way anybody was left at that point.

Luckily, we were wrong! Before we had actually left, when we were standing outside trying to decide on our dinner plans, our good ol' Weber goalie came walking out to his bus holding all of his equipment and looking very sad. He let in two goals and his team lost. It was a rough time for him.

He was so soft-spoken and sweet, totally not what I expected from a guy who would flip snow at the girls on the other side of the glass, but he signed our poster for us. The conversation went roughly like this:


Me: Hey, you're the goalie right?

Him: ...yeah.....

Me: We made you a sign

His teammates: YEAH FRANKIE! GET SOME

Laurel: Because of last game

Me: And we tried to hold it up for you, but you didn't see it

His teammates: OH MY GOD FRANKIE

Laurel: So... will you sign it for us? *holds out a Sharpie*

Me: Sorry, we know you have a lot of equipment and stuff right now

Him: Haha, no, it's fine, sure I'll sign it for you *signs our beautiful poster*

Me: Thanks! Have a good night!

Laurel: We appreciate the goal last time!

His teammates: FRANKIEEEE


We just made that goalie the coolest man on his team. Probably forever.

And if that seems questionable to you, prepare to be wrong.

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