Went to see the Tampa Bay Lightning play their second-to-last game of the regular season last night against the Philadelphia Flyers. They lost 4-1, unfortunately, but it didn't matter. Sat in the second row, with my son Brian in the first, just to the right of one of the goals, and watched bodies go flying and crashing.
If you've only watched hockey on TV and never had a chance to see it up close, you're really missing something.
Oh, and Brian got a puck.
That makes one professional baseball and one professional puck obtained in a two-week period.
This kid, I swear, has the LIFE.
I'll post hockey photos as soon as I can figure out how to shrink them down to manageable size.