blood on the ice

You know i tell you, any time i’m feeling stressed, i need to go to a hockey game. There’s nothing that gets it out quite like screaming and yelling, seeing guys absolutely hammering each other into the boards, and then watching the rink repair guys scrape blood off the ice before the zamboni comes out. […]

You know i tell you, any time i’m feeling stressed, i need to go to a hockey game.

There’s nothing that gets it out quite like screaming and yelling, seeing guys absolutely hammering each other into the boards, and then watching the rink repair guys scrape blood off the ice before the zamboni comes out.

Last night i watched the Sharks go ’round with the Minnesota Wild (who have a really stupid name and an ugly uniform, what are those, xmas badgers or something?) The game included the return of Sharks enforcer Scott “The Sheriff” Parker (Who my daughter thinks looks like me, so I’m pretty happy about that), and a whole lot of hitting.

I have to say – as much as I’m a life-long football fan, hockey is simply the best life sport i’ve ever seen. It just puts me in a good mood. Particularly when there’s blood.