Wednesday, February 8, 2012

That Arena Feeling

The lights were set to a low dim, the announcer’s voice boomed. The crowd roared as spotlights displaying the picture of a large, fierce-looking penguin criss-crossed over the freshly cleaned, glimmering ice. The chants began just seconds before the home team stepped on the ice. The crowd got louder.

A few boos where hollered when the visiting team stepped on. Both teams, consisted of twenty men each, warmed up on their end of the ice. Both set up in the widely popular butterfly drill. Pucks crossed from end to end, passed tape to tape, and shot into the net. Some stretched, some were being interviewed, and some skated around scoping for colourful, homemade signs with witty sayings on them.

Everything came to a halt when the national anthems were sung. Five skaters and a goalie of each team stood on the ice and faced the flags; the other fifteen players stood on their corresponding benches and bowed their heads in respect.

As the home team’s national anthem began, the crowd cheered and sang along loudly, their hands on their hearts.

Once over, they prepared for the puck to drop and the show to begin.

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