Period!
ABears defenseman comes in hard and fast with a check on an Avalanche guy, and both of them smash into the glass, making it reverberate intensely.
Whoa!
Claire and I jump back in our seats, startled.
Nonetheless, two seconds later, I’m exclaiming, “That was wild! I love it!”
I do too. This is my first ever in-person hockey game, and it’s already beat out all of my expectations.
They were high, too, let me tell you.
But that check just now?
Talk about feeling like you’re part of the action.
Truthfully, though, it’s more than just the thrill of watching hockey live that has me amped. I’ve been enjoying keeping my eyes on Lennox as well.
Mmmm, he is delicious.
Even more so in person.
I did note, too, that the one time he skated by kind of close, he looked at me and smiled.
I was so surprised that I didn’t have time to react and at least smile back. Still, his noticing me makes him all the more interesting.
I have to meet that man, damn it!
But for now, I better get back to paying attention to thegame. Otherwise, Claire will notice. After all, she is the one who brought me here.
My eyes return to the ice, and for the remainder of the second period, there’s a lot of back-and-forth play, but no more scoring.
That’s okay, it’s all good. The Bears are still up 2–0.
Once intermission gets underway, Claire and I opt to remain in our seats. We already chowed down on hot dogs and soft drinks during the first intermission, so there’s no reason to mill around.
Besides, this gives us a chance to chat before the third period begins.
After an older couple squeezes past us, Claire leans back in her seat and asks me, “Are you having a good time?”
“Hell yeah,” I reply, nodding ecstatically. “I’ve always liked hockey, but being at a game is, like, next-level. You were so right.”
She told me I’d love being here in person, and I certainly do.
“It is amazing,” Claire agrees. “So much more fun than watching it on TV.”
“Definitely.” I then add softly, “I hope we can come to more games.”
She snorts. “Are you kidding? Easton can get us tickets to any game we want to go to.”
“Hmmm,” I muse. “I guess that’s one of the perks of being married to a hockey player, huh?”
I’m being a bit facetious, as I’m going to use this as an opportunity to give her a hard time once again about keeping her secret nuptials exactly that—a damn secret.
When she shrugs, I narrow my eyes at her.
“What?” she asks all innocently.
