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When I first got married, we lived in Colorado. In the Springs. While living there we became hockey fans. And once a hockey fan, always a hockey fan. My brother-in-law worked as the marketing man for CC college. Before we knew it we were involved in all kinds of half time events, etc. Which was nothing new to us at the time as we all worked with the athletic department in college at UW. But it was there, in the Springs, far from home that we made our away from home family. And hockey games were a big part of that.
Nine years later, after having left the Springs, we traveled south to see a game. And I got to take my little boy for the first time. And his luck, the first man we saw handed him a hockey puck…..being an opposing team fan, that was pretty lucky. He was also graced with a GIANT balloon hat given to him by some stranger. People like to give him stuff all the time. Even strangers. It’s kind of bizarre.
I actually watched the game. Something I don’t normally do at sporting events. I even cheered a little. Something else I don’t normally do. And I ate dip-n-dots. (I had to pry them out of my little man’s hand) Something I would only do at a hockey game.