This time of year only comes around… well… once a year 😉 Jarid & I are all in on the seasonal festivities, so this past weekend, we attended a Hershey Bears Hockey game with my Godfather and a few extended family members.
I can’t say that I’m a full-fledged hockey fan, (although you might catch me with a Pens game on every now and then), but I can appreciate the fact that these big, burly dudes have enough skill to not only zip up and down the ice with wreckless abandon while staying on their feet and dribbling a hockey puck, clothed in pounds of pads and a helmet, but also to manage a hook shot to another players jaw during a barbaric fight on the frozen platform.
I’m kind of assuming, at this point, that all of you readers (all five of you) have seen a hockey game at one point in your life… and if you haven’t, you need to. If nothing else, go with hopes of seeing a few good fights in the rink (it’s kind of the best part).
The Bears kicked the Marlies’ butts making it a great night in the “sweetest place on Earth“. It didn’t hurt that I got to leave the joint with this stud muffin either. I guess the honeymoon isn’t over after all 😉