Whit attended his first professional hockey game last weekend. We never thought it would be in Australia, but life is unpredictable that way! He enjoyed watching the Melbourne Mustangs skate, and then playing with the flip seats, and then flirting with the nearby females. Looks like he is half way to being a hockey guy already.
No Zambonis here; they use the IceCat. And I believe we can all agree that it has much more flare. Come to think of it, it was also the first time I have not felt like I had an exhaust pipe shoved up my nostrils when the ice was cleaned. My figure skating clothes used to smell like I had dried them on the engine block of a metro bus. I guess snow leopards are a flatulent-free species.
The Medibank Icehouse is actually one of the nicest venues I've been in. They have two Olympic-sized rinks, one of which is often available for open skating, and looks like a leftover set from Saturday Night Fever. It is also the home of the Olympic Winter Institute of Australia, which let's admit, must be rather small.
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