And now they know how the other half lives. Or at least how they watch hockey. I hope they don't get used to this.
A former Army colleague of Jeff's works for a bank that has a suite at Amsoil Arena. This friend invited Jeff and I to watch a Bulldogs hockey game from there earlier this season - something we've never told the children about. (They just think we were on a date.) But this past weekend, he invited us all to join him for the high school section semi-finals.
As we walked down the long, plush hallway to our suite, Sydney exclaimed, "This looks like a hotel." (She paused as the realization struck) "Do we get one of these rooms?!?"
Once inside, the kids quickly scoped out the benefits of their fancy surroundings. Yes, the view was good. But more significant...
"Sydney, we get pizza!"
Our host had ordered pizza, pop and popcorn to be catered into our suite. It's a young hockey fan's dream!
Of course, midway through the first period, with her attention span already shot, Sydney asked, "Can we go to the snack shack?"
That would be no.
Unfortunately, the team AJ hopes to someday play for, Cloquet-Esko-Carlton, got shut out, 3-0. I couldn't help but feel bad for the senior players and their parents. All those years of practice. All those years of shivering in the cold at ice rinks and arenas. Over. Just like that. Though maybe they're just happy to never again have to stand at shiver in the cold at an ice rink or arena.
For us, it was still a good time. And now I'm just waiting for the kids to ask the next time we go to Amsoil, "Do we get to watch from the suite again?"
That would be no.
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