Probably cheap since it never actually goes outside

My Honey took pity on me, or he really loves me, cause he found me a hockey game this weekend. I’ve been sorta pissy about hockey this year because so far they’ve cancelled October and November and December isn’t looking good either. The stupid billionaires can’t come to an agreement and so the fans mope along.

Fortunately, the University in town has a hockey team. Watching college hockey is as vastly different from professional hockey as watching  Sassy’s old ballet recitals compared to the Bolshoi Ballet.

We got down to the arena super early so we went to the Comic convention at the same place. The Bandit was pretty interested in the whole

There’s a rift in the space time continuum – Stormtroopers and Tardis in the SAME PICTURE!.

thing. There was all kinds of good crap for seven year old boys. His daddy bought him comic books and everything.

Sassy however found the entire event disturbing. “Why do all the girls have huge boobs?”

She was right, of course. All the comic book super heroine’s have enormous knockers. “Cause they’re drawn by boys, baby, and you know how boys are.”

“Gross.”

Yep. Even the girls walking around dressed as super heroines were proudly displaying what the good Lord or, as in easily more than half, what a plastic surgeon gave them.

It must be very confusing for the nerds.

Back to the hockey game.

The kids had a great time. I tried to explain the game to them as it flowed along. Mostly, though, they were fascinated by the crowd.  My Honey got to do something we rarely get to do but are always overly pleased with our selves when it works out. After one particularly raunchy crowd moment, he turned to me and said, “Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.”

How often do you get to insert an Animal House quote so seamlessly into regular life?

The Bandit’s favorite part was the Zamboni. He’s asked for one for Christmas. I wonder what the insurance runs on something like that?