I haven’t been to very many hockey games in my life, but last night I had the opportunity to go to a Dallas Stars game! I was able to go with a season ticket holder, which made the experience all the more memorable. I don’t think I’ve ever had such fantastic seats at a major sporting event. We sat on the glass. Any closer and we would’ve literally been on the ice. It wasn’t just the seats that were amazing. We got to park at some special entrance where all the players’ cars were parked. And let me tell you, these hockey players are doing well for themselves… We saw the “Wives Lounge” where all the players’ wives hang out during the games. I suppose they had a nice set-up in there, but I was surprised that they wouldn’t be out watching the game. I would think there was probably a TV in there or something so they knew what was going on, but they didn’t look like they cared that their husbands were out on the ice. I mean, by the look on their faces, they didn’t care in the least they were at a hockey game. Looked bored out of their minds, actually.
But I guess it’s that way with everything. They’ve been to a million hockey games and seen their men play a million times. It is no longer exciting. It’s like the difference between a performer and the audience. The people in the audience think the show is magical and fantastic. But the people who put on the show don’t view it in quite the same light. The place I took dance at always did Riverdance as part of our recital at the end of the year. When I was younger, I looked forward to the day that I could participate. Everyone always thought that Riverdance was so amazing and really the best part of the recital. I thought the dancers were the best of the best and their movements so precise and difficult. This magic disappeared once I started being a part of Riverdance. I knew how to do the dance and it lost some of its cool factor. Yes, I still think it looked good and I was proud to be a part of it, but it was no longer seen in my eyes as something of wonder. It was routine. I guess it’s the same with the players’ wives. Hockey games are routine.
We read some book/short story/or poem in high school that explored this concept. I can’t remember what it was called or who the author was. I wish I could, but I can’t. I do remember the points he/she made were really fantastic. One part talked about how a doctor does not view a patient as a human being, but as a thing that has a million different processes and possible ailments going on inside. His experience treating people allows him to see beyond the surface, but to the point where humans become almost like a machine that needs to be fixed.
Knowledge changes the way we view things. Experience changes our perception on things that are neat and amazing into just being every day and routine. Maybe that’s why some things remain unexplained. If we knew how everything worked and why things happen the way they do, what would we have left to find fascinating or remarkable? It’s an interesting concept to ponder As the Clock Ticks…
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