Over the weekend we cashed in the Christmas present we bought for my father and had ourselves a full evening of college hockey at the North Star College Cup. Minnesotans are incredibly proud of their hockey. REAL proud. Like flipping-your-cracked-egg-in-the-frying-pan-without-the-yolk-breaking kind of proud. It’s a big deal. So we donned our University of Minnesota gear and ventured out to the Xcel Energy Center for a busy afternoon watching and cheering and probably asking my father too many dumb questions about the crazy and fascinating game of hockey.
Fake it until you make yourself look like a hockey know-it-all, I guess.
During the first game, my sisters and I did our goll darned best to get our faces obnoxiously plastered on the arena’s big screen. Much to Darebear’s embarrassment. We tried popping it, locking it, and dropping it during each music break. Even attempted to imitate the arm motions of each cheerleader. All, unfortunately, to no avail. I told Darrin that we’ll have to be even more obnoxious at our next hockey event, which caused his eyes to widen as he shook his head NO.
We’ll see. I’m coming for you, Jumbotron.
Our hockey day extravaganza (my “official” title) was a definite success. There was beer, greasy concession food (cheese curds galore), fan rivalry, fun memories made with family, and few hockey plays that caused even us, the hockey fan posers, to jump off our seats and shout at the referees (as true fans do). Sure, the Gophers may have lost, but who the heck cares when you’re surrounded by cheese curds and tater tots?!
Also, let’s all take a moment to acknowledge Darrin’s rockin’ beard. PROPS, husband.