Just back from a Plymouth Whalers game. Boy, was that exciting! They won is an overtime shoot-out, 7 to 6. One part, though, I didn’t enjoy. It was the fighting. I guess we were lucky that we only witnessed one fight. But it was so dumb. I mean really dumb. The players were all lined up to take a face-off, and all of sudden two guys are dropping their sticks, gloves, and helmets. They circled around for at least ten seconds before the fists started flying. My oldest son started to chant, “Fight, fight,” but I quickly stopped him. I’m sorry – I know that hockey is full of aggression and testosterone, but come on! Does there really have to be fighting? Oh well. I think of how their mothers must feel to see them fighting like that. If my kid ever gets to that stage, I probably will have to take an Ativan before a game.
This weekend HockeyBoy’s team is in the semi-finals. If you have a moment, say a quick prayer that the Plymouth Killer Sharks win on Sunday. If they do, they’ll play the final at Joe Louis Arena – a treat for any kid.
Have a great weekend.
Peace,
Kris
