And that's just the fans.
Seriously, it's like everyone in the stadium is inhaling oxygen and exhaling testosterone. The yelling, the cursing, the exasperated sighs and exaggerated frustration.
And that's just the women.
I'm not saying I don't enjoy it. I actually really do. But I'm not a yeller, and even my claps are kind of dainty and polite, like they just announced the winner at the annual "Mother of the Year" tea luncheon. I enjoy the fast pace, the energy and the action, but if I'm being honest, the fans do kind of terrify me.
But you know what really terrifies me about hockey games? The food-- cardboard-coated chicken fingers, flimsy french fries and the worst burger you've ever had for $10. They also sell gummy, flavorless Cheez-Whiz nachos that make you feel absolutely terrible about yourself. I know this because I ate them and immediately felt terrible about myself.
I shoulda brought popcorn. I love popcorn, man. It's light and airy and crisp, yet it's full of fiber so it fills me up without making me feel like a tub o' lard. And I'm not talking about microwave popcorn either. I'm talking about real kernels, popped in oil, on the stove. The way the pilgrims did it.
Here are my favorite combos:
fresh garlic simmered in butter + freshly grated parmesan + kosher salt + pepper
olive oil + dark chocolate shavings + kosher salt
honey + cinnamon + toasted slivered almonds
Nutritional yeast (tastes like cheese )+ kosher salt + pepper
But I really can't wait to try some of THESE!!
That's my Gooooooaaaaaalllll!!
