It’s another Friday night at Hawks stadium, the same rap and pop music blaring through the speakers, the same fans screaming their heads off in the seats, and of course, the same players flying across the ice at top speeds.
But something about tonight is different. Higher stakes. As if the entire crowd has their fingers crossed for good luck.
It’s the last game of the regular season before the playoffs begin, and there’s a certain magic in the air that I can’t quite describe. Elise and I are watching from the same third-row seats we always get, both of us screaming and cheering until our throats are raw. I’m always enthusiastic on game day, but I can confidently say that I’ve never cheered louder than I have tonight.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for the Seattle Ice Hawks. And lately, I
