In my last year at University I became a born again Toronto Maple Leafs fan. That year, I watched or listened to every game. This was no mean feat as I didn’t have cable TV and there wasn’t widespread adoption of the internet. The games weren’t broadcast in HD either, but that’s a rant for another day.
If you read the second sentence, you will have already picked out that I listened to many games that year. Whenever a game was on and it wasn’t broadcast on a station I could get with the rabbit ears, I turned on the radio and listened to the play-by-play calls. It wasn’t watching, but it was still pretty good. It had a different kind of feel to it.
I wasn’t going to be home this evening so I set the PVR to record the game. However, I managed to catch most of it at my Mom’s place and decided to listen to the last period as I drove home. In fact, I was listening to the game when I drove past the arena (Scotia Bank Arena) where the game I was listening to and half of the games in this Covid 19 confused playoffs are being played.
Although the result was not what I hoped for, it was still nice to listen to the very excited announcer on the radio. I wasn’t quite transported back to that last year of University (the names are all different now), but I was taken to someplace nice.