She’s on the edge of her seat, screaming when our player wins the puck and goes shooting off toward the goal with the other team’s goalie standing in front of it.
I try to follow the puck, but the guys are so fast, it’s a blur.
The entire arena erupts, lights flash, and music starts. The scoreboard changes, showing one to us, and I sit back, wondering when the hell that happened. Last time I saw the puck, someone was behind the goal with it.
By the time the first period comes to an end, I’m fully invested, despite not having a clue what’s happening in front of me.
“I need another beer,” I announce, having drained both of mine already.
Sienna turns to look at me with a wide smile on her face.
“You enjoyed that,” she accuses.
I shrug, fighting the grin that wants to break free.
“It was alright, I guess.”
Her brow quirks. “Sure, okay. I believe you.”
“Good. So, more beer?”
“Absolutely.”
By the time the next period begins, we’re fully loaded with drinks again, and I can’t lie, I’m a little excited for more action.
And boy, do they bring it.
“Oh my god,” I gasp when two players—one from each team—look like they’re about to start fighting. “Surely they can’t just start throwing punches?” I ask Sienna when it looks like it’s heading in that direction.
“That’s the beauty of hockey. Anything goes.”
“What? They literally break into it like they’re suddenly MMA fighters or something?”
“Pretty much. Just wait. If you’re lucky, this will turn into a brawl.”
“Lucky? How does that make me lucky?”
“Remember the hip action?”
Christ, do I? Pretty sure it’s ingrained into my eyeballs.
“Well, watching them fight is similar on the hotness scale.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I mutter as the two of them part and the teams prepare to start over.
But while the fight may not have started, the players don’t seem to have forgotten about it.
They’re gunning for each other, and each hit is more brutal than the last.
“How don’t they finish games with broken bones?”
“Sometimes they do.”
“And that’s classified as fun?”
“You’ll have to ask one of them,” Sienna points out.
“I think I’m okay.”
