I often wonder how different an athlete’s healthcare coverage is from mine. Apparently, LeBron’s is probably fairly similar. I often feel crampy once a month, and Lord knows the stairs leading out of the train station are a doozy on my hammies.
But let’s be serious. The NBA Finals are happening simultaneously as the Stanley Cup Finals (that’s hockey, to those wondering “Stanley, who?”). I’ve gotten really into hockey since I first met my husband, a Boston born Bruins fanatic. I think the biggest realization I’ve had since getting into hockey is how basketball and baseball players can be huuuuuuuuge pussies.
LeBron, if you please.
Last year, I watched a hockey game where a guy actually kept playing on a broken leg. A BROKEN LEG. This wasn’t an RG3 ragdoll showcase, either. This guy was legitimately playing, skating with a limp, and plowing into guys until he physically couldn’t handle anymore.
On top of that, even the referees in hockey are more badass. This past season, a ref got knocked on the side of his head by a speeding puck. The officials called time to let him off the ice and get checked out, only to come back from commercial with the ref returning to the game, swelling face and all. When asked why he came back, he said, “I’m fine.” And he was. It was no biggie. Game on.
I should’ve known hockey was one of the greatest sports of all time. My childhood even encouraged it.