Isabella and her father screamed with excitement and pounded the glass in front of them as two hockey players got into a skirmish right in front of their seats. The Rangers were winning, and the other team was being chippy and taking cheap shots. A defenseman on the team had enough and the gloves were on the ice.
The referees let the fight go on about a minute before pulling them apart and sending them to their separate dressing rooms. With only a couple of minutes left in the game sending them to the penalty box was not necessary. As the clock wound down and her team won with a score of five to two, she had her father yelled and jumped up and down embracing tightly.
“Not bad for a home opener,” she grinned at her father as they pounded the plexiglass while preparing to leave the stadiu
