Sadly, most of the time I was the lone fan, all alone in the rink. Where are all the other spectators?
Imagine, my new boyfriend plays ice hockey! What did I know at that time about rec league versus professional hockey?
Very often he comes home past midnight and I’m already fast asleep. He, however, has got those endorphins coursing through his body.
Guess what's waiting for me in the newly filled laundry basket? Still-damp hockey stuff!
Mamma-freakin’-summer-league-hockey! Why else would he be asking for me to make a “giant pot of sauce?”