Take Your Daughter To A Game Day

I realize it has been a spell since I blogged at all y'all. It has been a mostly normal week, except for Saturday night when we met some friends in Phoenix for a Coyotes game. One of the two we met for the game was unaware of the personality change I go through at a hockey game, and he was certainly unprepared for the effect hockey has on our daughter. Neither was all of section 201, most of whom seemed humored by a nine year old girl screaming at the players. Most. There seemed to be a seat in the row in front of us that was equipped with a stick that penetrated the sphincter of the man sitting in it. The crustier his glances at us, the more I wanted to tell our little sports fan to keep yelling. I avoided the urge, and just let Kim be Kim. She was in rare form telling the Coyotes "Bash them into the boards, you're allowed to do that in hockey!" So to the lifeless blob in front of us, Lighten up, get a life, and start living it.