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I've been following Katrina Cady's blog for some time now (Psycho Lady Hockey, http://www.psycholadyhockey.com/). You may not agree with everything she says (especially about hockey wives or girlfriends), but she knows a thing or two about puck bunnies - she's even written a book about them (Down the Rabbit Hole: A Guide to Puck Bunnies). Katrina spent the month of February dedicating post after post to puck bunnies.
Another site I have started to follow is 'Life of a Hockey Wife' (http://www.lifeofahockeywife.com/). I think she and I had similar goals in mind when we started our blogs - we both wanted to create a place where we could share our crazy (and not so crazy) hockey-life experiences. ‘Hockey Wife' recently blogged about a "Wanna-be Home-wrecker'.
I didn't want to acknowledge puck bunnies in my blog because I can’t stand them … but I think I have to because they are unavoidable, even in Italy. Unfortunately, these girls/women play a part in the lives of hockey girlfriends and wives.
Some are actually pretty well-meaning and innocent. Some are absolute nightmares.
When we were living in the States, puck bunnies were never a huge problem for me. Now and then my husband would tell me stories of girls waiting for players near the team bus or at their hotel when they were on the road. They would find out which hotel the visiting team was staying at, get a room, then offer to buy them beer … and I am certain they offered a whole lot more than that but I never wanted to know (because often times I knew the girlfriend or wife of the guy who was about to cheat).
Some might say I am naïve but I completely and totally trust my husband. I know that if he is going to cheat, he is going to cheat, and there is little I can do to control that. He’s never given me a reason to think he would cheat and he knows that we would be over if I ever found out that he did cheat. I also know that if I let these pathetic women get under my skin, it will only cause problems in my marriage. If you don’t have trust, you don’t have much of a relationship.
The problem is that at every game there are women vying for the attention of the players; women who are willing to do just about anything for that attention. They are at the restaurants and bars that the players frequent after every game. They are on Facebook. They are on the Talk-Sports blogs. And they have no boundaries. They don’t care if a guy is in a relationship, if he is married, or if he has children.
I often find myself asking the same question Hockey Wife asked, “WHY?” The truth is, I don’t know why women throw themselves at anyone – professional athlete or not. There are dirtbag men around the world. Men who cheat, men who lie. And I’ll be the first to say that the men who do choose to cheat are more to blame than the puck bunny who lured them in. But … why do women do this to other women?
There was one girl, here in Italy, who messaged my husband on Facebook. Desperate for conversation she asked how to make scrambled eggs. As if she couldn’t Google it? Anyway, she went on to ask what he was doing … blah, blah, blah. If she was on Facebook, she obviously knew he was married and had a young child. Why spark conversation with him, of all players? I'm sure she messaged numerous guys on the team, but why message someone with a family? Anyway, I ran into her at a wine bar when I arrived in Italy. A huge part of me wanted to pummel her, though I don’t think that battle would have gone in my favor as I am 5’ 2” and she is … not. The other part of me just felt sorry for her. Pathetic.
There was another puck bunny from Italy who tried to chat it up on Facebook (again, did she not see that he had a family? How does that not deter some of these women from writing that particular guy?) with my husband. He used to add anyone and everyone who wanted to be his ‘friend’ … that ended after this particular puck bunny. We had just had enough. I digress ... She offered to come over to his apartment with a bottle of wine and asked if he could teach her about … the birds and the bees. She doesn’t know this but half of the team was reading what she typed and they were saying anything they could to get her to keep going, laughing at her all the way. I have seen her at a few of my husband’s hockey games this season – with her mother. She was maybe 16 years old.
At the end of the day I have learned that what matters most is my family. I will always do whatever it takes to protect my family and my marriage in particular – but I refuse to let these pathetic women affect my relationship with my husband. As Hockey Wife said, “In the end, it’s him and I. Nothing and no one else matters.”
Well said, Hockey Wife!