there's something unknown and kind of dirty that creeps up from the deepest pit of my stomach when i go to a hockey game. the thirst for watching someone else in pain. i've only been to a few but those that i've been to i have found myself, among others around me, craving the sheer insanity of gloves smacking to the ice and fists being thrown. this was our first hockey game as a family thanks to the generosity of our friends. i loved watching my son's eyes wander about the arena feeling the static energy in the air around us, soaking in every drop
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