You would have thought we were at the final round of
Wimbledon, as the crowds heads moved from side to side watching the action, and it was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. But, they weren't following a tennis ball they were following a hockey puck *WHAT*? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I just experienced the most mellow hockey game in the histor
y of all hockey games, rig
ht here in the coldest, most ice-laden place on earth, Finland. About 60 of us international students watched the local team,
Ilves, get swallowed and spit out. Perhaps the loss was based on the lack of crowd participation, lack of penalities and the Finnish rendition of cheerleaders. None the less, it was unequivocally a taste of Finnish culture.
You would have thought we were at the final round of Wimbledon, as the crowds heads moved from side to side watching the action, and it was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. But, they weren't following a tennis ball they were following a hockey puck *WHAT*? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I just experienced the most mellow hockey game in the histor
y of all hockey games, rig
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