I know people imagine Dumbledore laughing in his office about all the letters that get sent to Harry and all. But I think it was really Professor McGonagall. I think it’s infinitely more hilarious to consider her sending owl after owl to 4 Privet Drive, only to appear as a cat to watch in amusement.
well it sure as fuck wasnt dumbledore signing the letters
Please, please, PLEASE don’t start up the “you aren’t a real fan” or “you’re nothing but a bandwagoner” nonsense. Who are you to dictate if someone’s a “real” fan or not? Chances are, you haven’t been a fan since your chosen organization was created. Lord knows I haven’t been a Hawks fan since 1926. (This is mostly because I WASN’T EVEN BORN YET, but I digress.)
Someone’s love of the game
isn’tshouldn’t be measured by how long (s)he has identified as a fan, how many NHL games (s)he has been to, how many players’ birthdays/wives’ names/or stats (s)he knows off the top of his or her head, or how much team merchandise (s)he owns. Love of the game can’t be boiled down to just a few subjective adjectives or material possessions.
Instead of tearing each other down and telling people they/their opinions don’t matter, why don’t you try to make friends to talk hockey with? Hockey fans are some of the most passionate people I’ve ever met; why not turn that passion into something that can be shared positively rather than make others feel like shit?
Thank you in advance,
My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican
parents who care
yeah you called me cute, but like
did you mean cute as in puppy cute
or cute as in frick frack tickity tack take off your panties
I hope none of you ever get laid