When I’m home in Michigan, it always makes me smile when we head to the local sports bars and the televisions are tuned to hockey. You don’t notice it’s missing until you move away for a while — oh yeah, people watch hockey.
It’s something we did all the time, especially throughout my adolescence. Obviously, it helped that the Red Wings were Stanley Cup champions a few times over. I also owned a Blackhawks jersey, although I can’t really tell you why. But my FAVORITE player was #88, Eric Lindros of the Philadelphia Flyers. And that’s because he was ADORBS:
MAJOR mid-nineties crush of mine.
Take it away, 12-year-old Jenny…
December 14, 1995
Dear Diary,
I LOVE ERIC LINDROS! Isn’t that cool? He is so cute! Today he’s playing. I’m surprised he doesn’t melt the ice.
Meanwhile, I’ll be glued to ESPN2! Bye!
“I’m surprised he doesn’t melt the ice”?? That’s kind of cheeky. I like it. I had a poster hanging on my door, kinda like this:
Now, y’all remember that show, The Torkelsons? You know how, at the end of every episode, the Torkelson daughter would sit on the window seat and talk to “the man on the moon”?
I kind of desperately wanted to be her. But we lived in the woods, and I didn’t always have a clear view of the moon. So, I ended up talking to my Eric Lindros poster. And with that, dear readers, I have for you, THE SADDEST ENTRY IN MY DIARY HISTORY [jk I'm sure there are sadder ones]
December 24, 1995
Merry Christmas Eve! My life sucks again. My mom is on my case for talking back to her. She doesn’t get that I’m growing up & that in the 90’s kids are different. Today, I sassed back to her and she hasn’t talked to me all day. I just hide out in my room. If she’s not gonna talk to me that’s HER problem.
Funny, I find myself looking at my Eric Lindros poster and kind of telling it my problems. It helps me, and it gets my feelings out so I fell relieved and free of these pressuring tensions. Plus he’s a really cute “listener”! Eric listens great too, and he doesn’t talk back, doesn’t make any faces, and I can talk to him whenever I’m in my room. Plus he only cost what — $4? It’s worth more than that 2 me.
Don’t think I didn’t Google “Eric Lindros married” just now, either. The Internet gave me NOTHING, so there might be a chance for me yet. (Eric, caaaallll meeeee.)
Speaking of weird expressions of my desperation, “Seducing Apolo Ohno” has been updated.
….Do I have any readers left?
February 18th, 2010 at 12:53 am
Genius. I love this post! The diary entries are AHHHHHMAZING. You seriously kill me Jenny! I too once longed to be the eldest Torkelson daughter, and I’d be lying if I said that each of my sister’s didn’t catch me in my window seat talking to the moon on at least one occasion. : ) keep up the good work, love your blog!-Kristen
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February 18th, 2010 at 5:08 pm
kids in the 90s ARE different, baby jenny.
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February 25th, 2010 at 2:49 pm
oh. my. god. i am slightly older than you but that does not stop me from thinking we may have been separated at birth. eric lindros? HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE crush. i had Flyers trading card for the 92-93 season and i memorized all the players stats bc i was OBSESSED. also, torkelsons? LOVED that show. you know what ruined the torkelsons for me tho? when the oldest torkelson girl went on to do “Eye For An Eye” with Sally Field and she got raped and murdered. that like REALLY killed the magic for me.
so glad i found ur blog. love it.
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