Constantly. Although I'm thrilled at his return, watching Andre Markov playing hockey is stressing me completely out. I'm sitting on the edge of the sofa waiting for the end to come. That one hit that will end his career. Tonight my boy Sid steps on the ice, I'll need tranquilizers or a good stiff drink (never both at the same time, then I'd worry about dying in my sleep) to get me through it
Don't even get me started on Saku Koivu. I've fretted over him for years, every time there was a mention that he wasn't feeling well I was terrified that his cancer had returned. I hold Saku personally responsible for every gray hair for the past ten years. This game we call hockey is supposed to be fun, not a hand wringing stress inducing horrible feeling that the end is nigh.
I'm glad spring is just about sprung, I need to get a little sunshine, fresh air and a life.
