Hockey in the Sand

Hockey in the Desert? You betcha! Phoenix is host to the one professional team but the University of Arizona here in Tucson has a team so Susie and I went to a game with Susie's brother, Rocky, and his family. We had great seats right behind the opposing team's bench. The game was great. The action is so fast paced for the first five minutes I struggled to follow the puck. After that it's pretty easy to follow the game. There's nothing like seeing a hockey game live and up close. On TV you don't get to hear the crash of the players as they hit the glass. You don't hear woosh of the skates as the ice is sliced. And you don't hear the jeers of the hecklers as they harrass the other team and their fans (sniff, sniff). The only bad part about the game was this sick odor that would come and go. It smelled like a locker room full of jock straps, fermenting from the heat. Na-sty. A woman sitting in front of us was casually sniffing a bottle of hand lotion to mask the offensive scent.