I remember going to hockey games after college with a friend who taught me the importance of sitting close enough to the glass to be an avid rabid fan.
I still had too much of the Magnolia Blossom genteel belle about me to fully hoot and holler.. but I did my best. Quite the wimp in the overall scheme of things, but it was quite an insight into the total experience.
When a player throws his popped out tooth to you.. well.. then you know you're a becoming a real fan.
