Hockey Game

Last night I was invited to a hockey game. A dear friend called me on the spur of the moment and said she had four free tickets. So I brought two of my sons. Last time I went to a hockey game, I was in charge of a rowdy group of Cub Scout boys, and we sat way up in the balcony. This time we were much closer to the game, so it was much more exciting. Hockey is a fast-paced game where one team tries to get the puck into the other team’s goal. It’s a pretty straightforward game.

The hockey players slide around on the ice so fast that it’s hard to take pictures. My boys were immediately engaged in the game, and they weren’t bored. (This is in contrast to the first time we went, when we were so high up that the hockey players looked like ants.) If you want your children to understand more about the game before you go, you can get an easy picture book out of the library to read to your kids.

The goalies looked like Transformer robots. They were so padded that they looked enormous, and their bodies looked angular. My friend pointed out the fact that they looked like they needed to go to the bathroom, because they were standing crooked.

During an intermission, I went out to buy popcorn. I know, this is totally foolish and a complete waste of money for tightwads like me. But you must understand that my husband told me when I was on my way out the door, “Don’t be afraid to buy a snack. It’s part of the experience.”

All I could say was, “Afraid?! That’s not the right word.”

“I’m just saying, don’t be afraid.” Those were my husband’s last words, so you see how I just had to buy a snack, just to prove him wrong. He just thinks I’m no fun, a stick-in-the-mud, because I don’t throw around money like there’s no tomorrow.

My friend and I had a great chat, and she made me laugh, which was exactly what I needed. She told fabulous stories full of adventure, and the fact that they were true stories about her own life made them more exciting. She turned her camera around and started taking pictures of herself. I thought she had fallen off her rocker, you know, gone coo-coo, and I was laughing so hard as I took pictures of myself, too. Then I realized that the reason she was taking backwards pictures was because there were some goofy people behind us who were giving us a thumbs up in our pictures. I laughed so hard – it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard.

I looked at one of the laughing pictures, and I noticed that one of my eyes was shut. Back at home when I was entertaining my husband with the goofy pictures I took, he told me that I always shut one eye when I laugh really hard. Who knew?

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4 Responses to “Hockey Game”

  1. Miriam says:

    Oh! My husband does this thing with the “experience” costs money too. So I secretly (probably NOT a secret to him!) do mental mathletics on snacks and drinks’ per-sharing cost, thereby likely annoying all the concession stand people with my slow ordering! I guess that’s part of the experience too. Glad you had fun!

  2. Oh what a fun outing! I’m so glad you got to go. We rarely purchase food at games. The last football game we went to my husband’s parents went with us and bought us a whole meal each. I felt so special! 🙂

  3. Debra says:

    Susan, you need not have said a word. The happy smiles and laughter say it all! Talk about a penny pincher here, I just stay at home and watch the games. Basketball. Watched Duke beat Maryland tonight. Ate cheese and crackers. That’s my idea of a grand time. I no nothing about hockey. Nothing at all. But it looks like you and the boys had a grand old time!

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