A Little Rubber Disc and Ducks
Recently I traveled to California, where Aunt Cindy took us to a hockey game.
I recognized the smells from the last time I visited.
From where we sat, I could barely see the rubber toy the players flung about on the ice below.
They were celebrating Chinese New Year with a party for the fans outside, where I sneaked in a kiss or two on some sweet cheerleaders.
In-between playtime periods, Mom introduced me to some over-the-top fans. One smelled suspiciously like my Uncle Rex, aka, Towel Man, complete with blinking lights.
Besides lots of people at this huge place, there were also ducks at this game, but I didn’t smell any feathers.
What- never heard of such an event. Fun.