Just back from our first ever Ice Hockey game. The Tampa Bay Lightening hosting The Phoenix Coyotees. Fantastic seats, a gift from our Landlady. Directly behind the goal 4 rows from the glass, so pleanty of pucks heading straight for us and stopping at the last second as it cracked against the glass, and we ducked every time.
The only way I can describe Ice Hockey is that it’s like that part of hurling when the ball is lost in the middle of a crowd of players and everyone is pulling on it, and that lasts for an hour.
It’s definitely a great sport to watch, and you have to admire the skill, speed, strength, and guts.
Would I trade hurling for it? No.