I grew up in a town of 10,000 people and four ice arenas. We like hockey. I like it so much that I'm willing to head north where there is already snow in order to watch my favorite childhood team play my alma mater. [Note: I will have a new tubular Michelin Man-style down jacket to protect me from the north.]
We like hockey.
When I decided to transfer to St. Lawrence, the deal I made with my father was that I would still root for Clarkson. The decision seemed easy at the time, but now I find myself passionately ambivalent while watching these teams play (Do you know how painful it is to be passionately ambivalent?!). P is fascinated by this duality that tortures me to this day.
Anyhoo, in the past we've taken the educational/historical approach to Halloween. This year, we will go a more traditional route and watch men bludgeon each other, scream in terror and delight, and freeze our butts off. There will be mayhem. There will be blood. May the best team win.