Nothing like some ice hockey in south Florida this time of year. To the despise of my other colleagues, I couldn’t give less of a shit about hockey. That being said, growing up in Cali and Oregon didn’t really offer me the opportunity to hone my skills on a frozen pond like my Michigan bros. Yes, the Red Wings were dominant throughout my lifetime and I can respect the greatness that came with that, but I really wouldn’t call myself a fan. I prefer to eat my octopus rather than waste it throwing it around like I’m in some bad Japanese porno. On a recent “work” trip I got the chance to catch a Tampa Bay Lightning game since I heard it was a good time. The stadium was a spectacle, and by the way, the Lightning happen to be the best team in the NHL by a long shot. There is something nice about attending a hockey game where an hour before puck drop I’m poolside sipping margaritas. It’s not the dismal past experiences from Michigan State where I’m walking through an igloo to the rink hoping my liquid blanket won’t run out. Tampa Bay does have a great fan base, probably due to all their recent success. The atmosphere is awesome and unique, with the giant Teslas shooting lighting over the ice when they score. I was also lucky enough to attend on $16 beer night as well (sarcastic). Luckily they were 25 oz. So naturally I choose to put down about 5 Molson Canadians, because when in Rome, right? Through the 8-2 massacre the Lightning put on some shitty team from the weirdos up north of the border, I started to accept my new found calling as a hockey fan. Lucky for me, the team I now will be pulling for has the best chance to win Lord Stanley.
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