As we were tantalized with the possibility of the NHL's return, you could feel the excitement ramping up in the city. There were constant newspaper articles, radio talks shows dedicated to rumors, and denials by the ownership group, which continued unabated until people were gearing up to celebrate at almost any moment. Finally, last week, the hockey fans in Winnipeg finally got the news they had been waiting to hear. An NHL franchise was relocating to Winnipeg.
I happened to be in the car when the news conference announcing the return of NHL hockey was taking place, and I found myself surprised at the emotions I was feeling. Relief (that it was finally true), excitement (that the best hockey was back in town), and yet I started to tear up as well. When I pondered that, I realized that I had been holding on to a deep sense of disappointment - perhaps even grief. I had taken my kids to the big send off for the Jets, and the emotional outpouring there was hard not to get caught up in. Many others in our city have shown an almost over-the-top reaction to NHL hockey's return, and I can't help but wonder if they are just letting go of some of that grief they have been holding on to for 15 years.
Please forgive me as I compare this to the story of the prodigal son. When he left his home for poor reasons, and wandered, trying to make his way in foreign lands, his family was back home patiently waiting for him. When he finally returned, his father didn't care where he had been, or what had happened to him, he only rejoiced that his son was finally back, and the celebration of his return was indeed great. Our team left and went to a foreign land, but since they have been gone, we only wanted to see them return. The rejoicing that has occurred since they came back has been great. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to kill the fatted calf!