Baptism by beer

I attended my first live hockey game over the weekend between the Montreal Canadiens and the Buffalo Sabres while we were visiting friends in Buffalo, New York. The rink is smaller than it appears on television and the players much larger, particularly if you're sitting two rows behind the penalty box as we were. Thanks Jamie! Surprisingly, we were surrounded by Canadiens fans, much to my husband's glee, no doubt displaced Montrealers living in nearby Toronto. The game was exciting, eliciting many sighs, cheers and collective groans, not to mention drunken camaraderie and, on a few scant occasions, its direct antithesis. And, oh yeah, a dousing of yours truly by a jubilant fan.