You know, hockey is a much more interesting sport when you’re ten feet off the ice. I’m not a big sports fan by nature, but that was nasty, brutish and short, which is generally how I like my bloodsports. (Hockey was explained to me as “soccer, on ice, with pain.”) When people are slamming into plexiglass walls close enough that you can admire the quality of their dental work, that’s…yeah, that’s pretty cool, gotta admit.
Also, while I can spot a warbler in the brush at the Gifted Amateur level, how the hell people track pucks in a net through a tangle of bodies is beyond me. Damn.
Beats the hell out of the last professional sports event I attended, which was a Padres game some decades ago, and the less we say about that, the better.