Enjoying yourself, not enjoying yourself

Ever have trouble letting yourself really enjoy something? I’ve been thinking recently about my status as a hockey fan. It’s changed over the last couple of years. I’ve played hockey since I was four years old, played D3 in college, have always loved it. But I’ve gotten more vocal. I tell people about hockey. I check the NHL sites regularly and am always pretty aware of the standings and a lot of the big names’ stats. In a part of the US that is only mildly aware of hockey, this generally makes me stand out as somewhat of a loner.

That’s not the problem.

I don’t mind being a bit of an iconoclast. Or a least being interested in things that are not particularly popular. On the contrary, I tend to cultivate my counter-culture proclivities.

But I’m getting this creeping feeling that I talk about hockey too much. I enjoy it too much. I never like it when I see fat, drunk, loud football fans out whooping it up. I probably don’t fit that description at all, but where’s the line?