There were two times — at least two times that I saw — where she got into an actual fistfight. With the hockey dads, they might swear and yell, but it is the ladies in my experience who can truly go off the deep end at games. Every parent thinks that their kid is perfect, and every parent thinks that their kid can do no wrong. But this mother, if anyone went near her kid, if anyone so much as touched him and knocked him down and got a penalty, she would get up and go stalking around the arena to the penalty box and start yelling at the kid for touching her son. You get thrown together with all these different people, and you have dinners with them, and you go away for weekends with them, and some are people you would never hang around with otherwise — were it not for hockey — and you wind up becoming besties.
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I haven’t quite figured out why other hotels haven’t figured this out sooner, otherwise people are just hanging out in the hall, annoying other people.
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The Dad ended up buying into another team and the kid went and played there.
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