No, I'm not looking forward to Pumpkin Spice Lattes, haunted houses or even Halloween. Those don't even compare to how excited I am for hockey season: my favorite season of them all.

October means that after about three and a half long months, I can finally turn on the TV and watch a live hockey game.

October means that I get to break the bank buying tickets for the best seats for the best price.

October means that I get to wear hockey jerseys all the time and it's socially acceptable.

October means that if I got out to a restaurant and they aren't playing a hockey game and one is on, then I am automatically upset.

October means that Joe Louis Arena is my favorite place to be.

October means that Hockeytown is my second favorite place to be.

October means that I get to see if the teams put their new draftees to work or just benched them.

October means that I can start scheduling my life and schooling around hockey games.

October means that I can set up my fantasy league with all of my favorite players.

October means that Stanley Cup predictions are already brewing.

October means that my phone lights up every two minutes between the hours of 7 p.m. and 11 p.m. because I'm getting score updates.

October means that I wish I was financially capable of holding season tickets.

October means that if you're rooting for a team other than the Red Wings, then you're doing it wrong.

October means that all of the bandwagon Blackhawks fans come out from hiding.

October means that I yell at my phone (good or bad) and my friends ask me what happened and all I have to say is hockey.

October means that I can start putting team merchandise on my Christmas list.

October means that I can finally play NHL 17.