Tonight I attended my first hockey game. At last, a sport for me: no blazing sun, no outdoor arena. Instead, we sit inside a dark, refrigerated arena where the players glide across the ice like swans.
Our team wins. Outside, everyone tries to leave the Coliseum parking lot at once. We fold ourselves into the traffic, waiting for others to pause and allow us to merge. A sweet-looking blonde-haired boy, all of eleven, smiles and waves to get my attention. I think his mother will let us in; she doesn’t, and never intended to. He laughs as he passes by, flipping us “the bird” and making faces.
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