Last night some friends and I piled into the car and drove up to Spokane to see the Coug hockey game. I. Love. Hockey. I love seeing them skate, I love how exciting the game is, I love it when they fight, I love it someone gets body checked into the glass in front of me, I love run on sentences... wait what? Since Wazzu has their home hockey in Spokane where my good friend (who happens to also adore hockey) lives in Spokane so she met us for dinner and then we went and watched the game.
When we got to the ice arena we caught the tail end of a Jr. Hockey game. They were soo little it was adorable. We were greeted by fellow Cougs who appeared to be mostly from Farmhouse fraternity. They told us they were sitting by the Huskies' bench (side note I had to just text my hockey nut friend to tell me that it was called a bench, I feel very dumb right now) so they could heckle the players. Nothing wrong with that! We chose to sit on the Coug side next to the penalty box. Those nice farm house boys I mentioned earlier rented out the other rink and invited everyone to come skating during the 2nd period break. I didn't skate because I was afraid of hurting my knee even further, but it was fun to watch my friends skate.
During the 3rd period when the score reached 2-9 Huskies I looked at my friend and she said "Oh my gosh, you're crying." I didn't even notice until she had pointed it out. Does this make me an intense fan or a fragile one?
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