I'm pretty sure hockey is one of two sports that Chris and I enjoy together. Football is the other. The catch is that I have to be there. I can't stand watching sports on TV. I tolerate Chris' addiction to watching almost every sport invented by humankind most of the time. But we do enjoy hockey.
Chris likes to talk about how when we were dating, he took me to a hockey game. I kept track of the puck. I shouted at checks and screamed when our team made goals. This was apparently how he knew I was a keeper.
C.J. didn't have a chance. He was bred to love hockey.
June 2012
We took C.J. to his very first hockey game on Saturday with Uncle Josh. Just like his Momma, he followed the puck. And because the Mustangs kicked trash (5-2) by the last couple goals he followed suit and was cheering along with us!
C.J. 'riding the Zamboni'
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