I love hockey. I played hockey in high school and am trying my best to get my kid to like it too. I dream about being a hockey mom. One of the best perks about my jobs is getting to go "work" at the Wild hockey games -- which basically means we get great seats (Ken gets to come too), I get a pass that gets me ANYWHERE in the arena (I haven't been able to find the locker rooms yet, though believe me, I've tried), and once in awhile I have to go see a patient and decide whether they need to go to the hospital or now. My average number of patients over the last 3 games? zero. I work hard. I love , love, love the games -- watching them skate, everyone yelling, mini donuts and kielbasa, cheering for fights. I love hockey.
I finally, finally got to see a Red Wings game for the first time in my life, when they played the Wild a week ago. They are so amazing to watch -- I can't tell you how excited I was (I'm a total dork, I know). The only problem was -- who to cheer for? The team I followed as a kid or the team I cheer for now? Mostly, I just yelled for everyone. Ken wore his Red Wings sweat shirt so that kind of made up for it. But I was secretly a little pleased that the Wings came out on top!
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