I love hockey. I hate the fighting.
Okay, that’s not completely true. I don’t actually mind the fighting all that much. I understand why they do it. My brother taught me about it at the first Nashville Predators game I attended: It’s about keeping people in check. If you cross the line with one of my teammates, I’m going to kick your ass.
If the energy of the hockey game shifts to the other side, a little physical aggression can allow a team to take it back. I certainly prefer that they don’t fight, but I don’t lose sleep over it when they do. What turns my stomach is the people in the stands cheering them on.
I feel the same about the celebration over the murder of Osama bin Laden.
All of this just makes me cry. I understand why we did it. I can even see that he had it coming, in a there-are-always-consequences-for-our actions sort of way. He did some things that caused tremendous amounts of pain here in the United States of America and the same multiplied endlessly in other parts of the world. He needed to be stopped. I’m even grateful he can’t hurt people any more.
I love this country. I love this country. I love this country. I do. I deeply love this country.
We just can’t celebrate.