Happy Father’s Day to My Dad, Who Always Watches Hockey With Me

Today I called my dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day. He wasn’t at home so my mom picked up, but after a long conversation with my mom, I heard my dad come in. And before he even picked up the phone to talk to me (I was on speaker) he said, “What a game last night!”

And when he did pick up the phone and I wished him, we talked about the Stanley Cup Final.

My dad took me to my first NHL game. He took me to my second, third and fourth, and he took me to Game 1 of last year’s Stanley Cup Final. I’ve been with my dad for every Devils game I’ve seen at the Prudential Center, except for two.

He’s enabled my hockey obsession since he first found out I had one. He’s a Devils fan just as much as I am, and sometimes watches the NHL more than I do. He once bought me an autographed picture of Travis Zajac and Zach Parise, because he knows how much I loved watching those two play together.

For a stocking stuffer at Christmas one year (the same year he bought me that picture), my dad put a puck autographed by Zajac in my stocking. He also waited with me on a cold March night outside the Prudential Center because I really, really wanted Jamie Langenbrunner’s autograph.

There are a lot of things my dad has done for me when it comes to hockey, but I’m forever grateful for what he did when it came to BU Hockey.

When I booked my train tickets for spring break, I called my parents to tell them I’d only be home for four days.

“Why?” They asked.

I told them it’s because BU had games over the weekends sandwiching spring break. My mom was upset because she wanted me to stay home for longer.

“Don’t go to those games,” my mom said.

I wanted to argue with her, but I didn’t have to. Because a few seconds later my dad told me not to worry about it.

“Cover those games. It’s fine,” he said.

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NHL Playoff Picks

Here they are…(Note: I made the picks before the playoffs started, but didn’t have a chance to write this post ahead of time. I didn’t take into account any of last night’s results)

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Following Boston Explosions, Car Jacking and Shootings All Night

I can’t express my disbelief.

I’ve been awake, as I type this, for 21 hours. It’s 5:01 a.m. and my TV is on channel 7, my laptop speakers cracking messages over a loud police scanner.

Channel 7 keeps repeating the events and how they happened. It’s a sequence, the way she says it, but arrives to my brain in a mess. It’s like a puzzle someone was putting together but didn’t finish, so they took it apart and dumped it on my lap.

Explosives, shootings at MIT, armed robberies, foot chases, millions of police cruisers speeding down Commonwealth Avenue, past my home. A SWAT tank, ambulances and just panic. So much panic.

I would’ve fallen asleep at midnight, had my friend not knocked on my door right before. So we stayed awake, watching the flashing blue lights blow through Commonwealth Avenue and on the other side of the Charles River, reflecting in the Hyatt’s blue lights.

The more it unfolded the weirder it became. I started to feel less afraid, but even more confused. But we still sat there, watching Twitter and listening to the police scanner, taking comfort in what we could.

This was our city. Our city was falling apart.

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Boston, Always in My Heart

When I was 17, my dad and I were on a plane going to Chicago. I was a senior in high school, visiting Northwestern (even so, I already knew Boston University was where I wanted to go).

There was a woman sitting in the row in front of us. I don’t remember exactly what she was wearing, but I think it was bright pink. Everything, from her skirt to her blazer. And her purse. Her purse was the exact same shade of bright pink, and my dad turned to me and told me, “Even her purse matches her outfit.”

I had two pieces of luggage with me — a small canvas bag with a map of the T on it and a tiny, black Red Sox purse. It was plain, save for that Boston Red Sox “B” spelled out in tiny beads.

So I looked at my dad, pouting a little bit, and said, “So what? My purse matches my heart.”

It still does.

Just Because the NHL is Back…

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It doesn’t mean that hockey is back. Because hockey never left.

The Genius that is NFL.com Rewards

I was hovering around NFL.com today, trying to track the scores of the Browns-Steelers game and a couple others, when I noticed a green box floating in the bottom right-hand corner of my screen. It read “NFL Fan Rewards, 8 coins” and, confused but intrigued, I clicked on it to discover the NFL Fan Rewards program that has apparently existed for about three months.

This is one of the smartest, coolest things I’ve seen an organization create. I not only applaud the idea of rewarding fans, but the interactivity of the program astonishes me.

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A Letter to the NHL

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I’m posthumously late with this, it almost seems. A portion of me believes the NHL might not return this season, but even if it does it’s almost dead to me. Since September turned into October and I started receiving iCal updates, since … Continue reading 

An Ode to My iPhone 4

When I came home I saw a black box sitting on my month-old computer. “What is that thing on my laptop?” I asked my dad and brother, hoping it hadn’t scratched it.

My brother responded by taking it off and putting it on his side under the couch, saying, “OK if you don’t want it we’ll keep it.”

Then I realized it was my new iPhone 5.

We had only ordered it the day before Christmas, knowing it was time to say goodbye to my iPhone 4 of over 1.5 years.

So as I’m getting ready to change phones, I want to take a few moments and express a few words for my old iPhone 4:

I never wanted you. I thought I could do without you — why do I need to check my email, or be on Facebook all the time? I have a texting plan, and why do I need all these apps? If my old magenta phone hadn’t broken, I would never have even considered you. Continue reading

Remembering 10 years of 9/11

Note: This piece was written on Sept. 11, 2011

Patricia Donovan and her husband sat by the 9/11 memorial while their two children rubbed charcoal over paper to etch one of the names on the memorial. Each person wore a custom-made white T-shirt with the name “Mark Bavis” ironed on the back.

Bavis, who played ice hockey for Boston University and graduated in 1993, died in the 9/11 attacks. He was Donovan’s second cousin. Donovan said her son, Eddie, who also plays hockey, wears No. 11 in honor of Bavis. Because of Bavis, the Donovans are tied to 9/11 — and sports.

The Donovans were at the Boston Public Garden on Sunday, one of the many 9/11 memorials held in Boston. Despite 9/11’s significance, memorial ceremonies were not the only events taking place across the country, as sporting events occurred throughout the day. Observers and participants of the 9/11trubute at the Boston Public Gardens said they believed that sporting events should be held because it allows the country to move forward.

“It’s supposed to be life. You want to remember the good things that happen, keep life going,” Donovan said, “So to put a stop to everything in the world, that’s not what it’s about.”

Donovan was not the only attendee who was in favor of the NFL and MLB’s decisions to continue playing on the anniversary. Multiple attendees, including those who helped organize the memorial, said sporting events were a positive step for the country.

One of the Boston Police Department officers, Lieutenant William Meade, echoed Donovan’s sentiments. Meade, who arrived at the Boston Public Garden at 5:20 a.m., said he felt honored to be a part of the ceremony and recognized the need for sports as a part of the healing process.

“[The] country has to move forward, as long as we don’t forget the past,” Meade said.

Even though Meade and Donovan thought sports should still go on, not all of the visitors who gazed at the hundreds of American flags planted by families of the victims agreed that sports should share a day with 9/11’s anniversary.

Susie Howard, an observer who wore a red, white and blue T-shirt, was one of those who thought sports should not be played. In addition to the patriotic T-shirt, Howard wore red, white and blue necklaces and looked at the 9/11 memorial as her dog, who was wearing a red, white and blue shirt, sat quietly.

“I would like everything to be closed and have a day of remembrance,” Howard said.

The volunteers of Boston Cares, the organization that helped produce the event, also kept an eye on the memorial, ready to help visitors. Catherine Chan and Molly Brown, two of those volunteers, took a different approach than Howard in their stance on sporting events happened on the 9/11 anniversary.

“It is kind of important and kind of symbolic that stuff like that goes on because, you know, it is okay to be okay, it is okay to live your life,” Brown said.

Chan, who said she helped children etch names onto paper, talked about the 9/11 tributes held at sporting events. Chan said those tributes are respectful and justify the United States holding sporting events on 9/11.

“It also shows that the city is resilient from the tragedy and can grow from it and it’s important to show the terrorists that they’re not deterring us from our lives,” Chan said.

As Chan pointed out, both the NFL and MLB held special pre-game ceremonies to honor 9/11 victims. Various NFL stadiums unfurled a large American Flag on the field in addition to the traditional national anthem rendition.

Donovan’s two children, who never met Mark Bavis, did not hesitate to show off their custom-made T-Shirts. Eddie Donovan also said he is happy that sports are still being played on the anniversary of 9/11.

“Sports is a big thing in our family so it’s great to have sports around,” Patricia Donovan said. “It’s like a distraction of different things that kids can walk away from; go and do sports and be happy with it and forget about what’s going on in the world at the time.”