A cold winter's day. A brisk, bracing walk from the car.....then you turn the corner. Warmth races from inside the arena, and you catch a quick glimpse onto the floor, and you can see the players warming up and you can feel the claustrophobia and sense the electricity of the crowd. You open the door, and you hear the band, and a wall of noise blasts into you....the place is literally shaking. You feel the adrenaline rise, the intensity, the passion. Your blood begins to race, and you're ready to scream "De-FENSE" when the team needs a stop.
That's how it makes me feel.
(Photo Courtesy of Grant, AZZ Webmaster.)
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