You could feel it as you entered the building. You could smell it, it permeated the air and imbued the arena with it’s power. The ‘it’ in question was testosterone, and lots of it. I was at the ice rink with my brother-in-law to watch my niece play hockey, and operate the clock for the score …
It’s hockey night, in Canada anyway. At least in some of our bars it is. Whether that’s a good thing or not I can’t, or won’t, say. For me it’s neither here nor there. I’m not a hockey fan, and I only came for grub. I’m sitting in a local Kelowna pub called Brandt’s Creek. …