Lee and I went to a hockey game last night, and it rocked.
Every year, Savannah hosts "Rumble in the Rink." UGA, Tech, UF and FSU all come to town for a two day exhibition tournament. Our civic center floor is iced over, and the fun begins. Last night, we had tickets to the UGA/Tech game.
It was only the second hockey game I've ever attended, but I loved it. I don't really know why, but from the minute the puck hit the ice I was yelling, cheering, even "coaching" from my seat - which is espeically obnoxious because I don't know the rules of the game. I usually consider myself to be peace-loving, but I liked it when the players slammed each other against the walls of the rink. I don't want anyone to get hurt, but I like to see 'em fight for it!
What's wrong with me?
Anyway, I told Lee if we ever moved somewhere with a hockey team, we had to get season tickets. He kind of looked at me like I was speaking jibberish and asked me if I was drunk. I wasn't. I had been nursing the same warm bud light the whole game. I'd only had a few sips, partly because it tasted so bad, and partly because I was spending all my time yelling. But oh well. He likes the game too, even if he doesn't scream about it like I do. Hockey rules.
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