So, in a fit of insanity, I decided to take my son to a Cornell-Brown hockey game. This has led us down a horrible path of addiction (or re-addiction, in my case) to college hockey, culminating in a trip last month to New Haven (!!!) to see a Cornell game. We had awesome seats, too. This is the view from my seat.
Now my 9 year old wants to play hockey desperately, so we signed him up for ice skating lessons. He thinks he's Wayne Gretzky now. All I can foresee are the early mornings at the rink for practice, the cost of the hockey gear, and the fact that Sarah Palin and I might have something in common.