Pucked, Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Ice Hockey

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A couple of years ago, I bought my dad tickets to an ice hockey game as a Christmas present. Neither of us had been to a match before, and my excitement for sports typically begins and ends with the Olympics. It seemed like a cool gift idea, and a chance to try out a local thing I’d never done before. The presence of a professional ice hockey team in Dundee, the Stars, had always fascinated me. It just seemed weird that we had this. Anyway, I took my dad, and he mostly enjoyed it but had trouble keeping up with the puck. It wasn’t love at first game for me, but I had enough fun with it that I decided to go to another game, this time on my own. Then another, then anothe

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