What a beautiful venue for a hockey game. The Flyers and Bruins play there this Sunday.
What I enjoy most about the outdoor NHL games is the memories of my childhood they evoke—the pick-up street hockey games sliding around in my friend’s driveway, or down at the small patch of pond we’d find or on the frozen lake in the next town. Piles of snow pushed up to keep the puck from traveling too far, choppy ice which would quickly take the edge off your skate blades, large cinder cans burning wood sorrow fed by huge logs to sit on so we could thaw our feet...I lived for hockey back then. Magical times.