Hockey Time

We’d never been to a hockey game, so when we were invited to go, we jumped at the chance.  The Wenatchee Wild  was our learning experience.  A minor league hockey team that was fighting for a play off spot.  Going with our Sweet Neighbor’s just made it all the better.

Hockey impressed us pretty quickly, but that could partly be because we can barely ice skate, stay standing up and going forward, to say nothing of skating backward, going across the ice with other players knocking into you, trying to steal your puck.

The crowd was an enthusiastic bunch, howling like wolves when the “Wild” did well.  The thing about minor league is that the players looked like kids, NOT because we are getting old, but because these players we’re told are barely out of high school and the referee’s looked like they were still in high school.  We don’t like fighting, so we were a bit apprehensive about how much penalty box time we’d be witness to.  There was surprisingly little in the way of out-and-out brawls.  It could be that there is something in the ‘air’ at a hockey game, I quickly came to sort of…enjoy when they all slammed into the glass…especially if it was right in front of us.  Minor league hockey…we loved it…

…the skater’s speed…

…the ‘chuck a puck’…

…the 50/50 that we almost won…

…that all we had to do was park across the street…

…and that the most amazing thing to ever happen to me at a sporting event, especially a professional sporting event….NO waiting, NO line in the Lady’s room…an amazing choice of stalls…I was stunned…I was smiling…

Minor League hockey…it is a beautiful thing.