It was huge fun for us, we would get very animated, so when I read this story, I understood completely.
If you heard us, with Fred Cusik on the television in the background...us screaming at the television
FRED CUSICK: (in a low voice) Wesley...coming out of his own end...over the blue line, into the zone...
US: AHHH! AHHHH! GOOOO!
FRED CUSIK: He passes it over to Bourque...
US: SHOOT! SHOOOT! SHOOOOOOOOT!
FRED CUSIK: (speaking faster at a higher pitch)...Wesley breaks for the net...
US: AHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHHH
FRED CUSIK: (shouts) ...pass from Bourque! Wesley breaking in on Roy...
US: SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT!
FRED CUSIK: ...Wesley shoots...IT'S HIGH AND OVER THE NET!!!!!!!!!
US: GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I have no doubt in my mind that anyone who didn't play or watch hockey who might have been a house over with the windows open might well think, with the sound of screaming, and "SHOOOOOOOT! SHOOOOOT!" followed by guttural sounds of anguished human strangulation, might well think there was a bloodbath going on next door!!!!
I can completely see that.
I thought this was normal behavior for televised sports....hockey, football, basketball, soccer, etc.
Heck, my friend even does it when watching The Price is Right.
Before I married my wife, we were in a long-distance relationship, and I was taking her to my mother’s house. When I parked on the side of the house, my quiet, mild, Canadian girlfriend heard “You think you’re the tough guy! I’ll show you the tough guy!” (sound of fist hitting a hard surface). “Oh yeah? How about That?!” (Boom!), continuing in that vein.
She was sure that the loud, angry men inside would surely come to blows.
“Oh, that’s just my brother Johnny, Uncle James, and Cousin Tommy. They’re playing Pinochle.”
She married me anyway.