Actually, "I love playing hockey ball." That's what Lucy says when she straps on ice skates for the first time and plays with the boys. She never actually manages to hit the puck with her stick but in the process of trying, knocks all the other players off their feet. I realized very early that that's what hockey ball is all about.
You can see it on gocomics.com, Peanuts for February 1, 1968. (Couldn't generate a gif to copy.)
I watched my first hockey game in a very long time tonight. Florida came back late to avoid going into a 3-0 hole against Vegas. And just like in every other game that hinges on the decisions of referees, there was a butchered call that (rather than the actions of the players) nearly decided the game. Good times! Vegas fans/bettors lost 193.6 squidillion bucks on that one.
I must say the game was fun to watch. And of course, in those two iconic birthplaces of hockey, Miami and Las Vegas, where from time immemorial, kids have greeted the arrival of winter by strapping on their ice skates and playing in the, uh...sand, I guess...the fan base appears to be full of energy and beer. Really, those poor Canadians must be feeling a little sick right now, eh?
I wonder what it's like to attend a VGK game, where it's of course quite cold inside, and then go outside into the pizza oven. That's what, a 60+-degree temperature change? GAAH!