Last night, as my birthday present from my in-laws, Jeff and I enjoyed seating in a VIP lounge area at RBC center to see the Rangers and the Hurricanes (or the Whalers, which is who they have been for most of their history). I loved sitting up there in my blue jersey and although my Rangers lost, they played their hearts out. We enjoyed a real meal and individual monitors and for a pregnant woman, there was plenty of room.
The best thing that happened all night, though, was that in between the periods these little kids came out and played against each other. One little boy's jersey was so long it went past his knees and during the shoot-out he had to be helped to skate the puck in. They were so cute. Plus, they were having fun. They fell down a lot (but let me tell you, so did the guys who were getting paid to play-- Darius Kasparitis had to get his skates worked on at one point it was that bad), but they shook it off and got up and played some more.
For all the cynics in the sports world (and believe me, I'm among them a lot) seeing these kids play is the sweetest thing.
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