And through all of my reblogs of Blackhawks and Jonathan Toews’s beautiful ass, I forget why I got into hockey in the first place. It was because of a gritty team that had the determination to take things to the next level and make the Nashville Predators a legitimate contender in the hockey world.
No one believed they could go to the playoffs back then. It was just a bunch of no-names and where players went to die by the Trotz system. Even though 9 years have passed and only Erat and Legwand still exist from that team, I still feel that “underdog” heart from this team. People still underestimate this team because westillhave a bunch of no-names. We have Weber, Suter, and Rinne. Oh, and Mr. Underwood—I mean Mike Fisher. And Andre Kostitsyn’s brother. That’s it to the media. They don’t look at our 10 players with 10+ goals (to challenge your 1 30-goal scorer), or the rising stars still in entry-level contracts, or the fact that most of our players are home-grown. Hell, Weber, Suter, and Rinne were ALL drafted and shaped by the franchise.
I sometimes take this team for granted, but then something like last night happens. My dad was trashing the team, saying they were going nowhere and to prepare for the “crash and burn.” Without even watching the game I said “Don’t be so sure. This team always has a trick up its sleeve. Watch them. They’ll come back.” And, much to my disbelief as well, I was right. I remembered right in that moment why I’m a Preds fan. I defend this team like it’s my child. I’ve watched it grow, and I can’t wait to see it get to it’s main goal. I will be the first one on Broadway for the parade. I don’t even care if I live 500 miles away when it happens—I will be here to support my team.
The grit will get the glory. I am so proud of this team.
Sorry, Hawks. I keep on trying to make you my #1, but I think you have to stay my #2.