I think I have officially become the “call that guy and he will go with you to last minute, random, sporting events” guy. Last night another friend of mine called me and asked if I wanted to go to my first professional hockey game. “It’s the biggest game of the season”, he told me.

I’m not entirely sure I, even now, know all that went on. It took me a while to figure out which team was which, and as far as the rules go, I have no idea. One thing I did find out. They are allowed to fight. And fight they did.

Apparently both teams that played last night were in first place in their division, so everyone was excited to be there. The “other team”, (I think they were from Buffalo) won, 7-2. But that wasn’t before someone on Nashville’s team cold-cocked one of the Buffalo guys. I realized at that moment the reason I don’t play hockey.