10-Year-Old Girls and Hockey
In my last blog, I talked about bonding moments between a father and his son. I took my son Atticus to the Dallas Cowboys/Green Bay Packers football game at AT&T stadium. And today’s blog, I’m going to talk about bonding moments with my 10-year-old daughter, Angel.
Let’s Go, Oilers!
That’s not exactly a phrase I’ve heard my daughter say very often. I have taken both my kids to Oilers games numerous times over the years, but it isn’t so much because they are big Oilers fans as I am. I like to expose my kids to lots of different fun things that Tulsa has to offer, and Tulsa Oilers hockey is definitely a reason why Tulsa Rocks!
They have been having record crowds at BOK Center, so when my daughter asked if her friend, Izzy, can spend the night, I thought this would be an exciting thing to do.
So, I said “Sure! Let’s take her to an Oilers game!”
Angel said, “Um, Dad, she doesn’t like basketball.”
To which I quipped, “Great! Because it’s hockey!”
So instead of the girls being stuck in our house on their phones all night, they were stuck at a hockey game on their phones. 
Have you ever been to an Oilers hockey game? If not, I highly advise doing so. The tickets are cheap, and even if you don’t know anything about hockey, it’s almost like a rock concert on ice skates.
The game begins with the lights all turned off except the spotlights on the ice. The announcer is hyping up the crowd, loud music playing, the ice girls cheering on the crowd and team, and the fans are on their feet, cheering and banging cowbells!
And the smell of the popcorn! The first thing the girls said when we walked in the glass doors were: “Oh my gosh, popcorn!” You think popcorn at a movie theater smells good, wait to go to a Tulsa Oilers hockey game! I am not a big fan of popcorn, but just like in a movie theater, we had to get some!
Once the game starts, it’s fast-paced, and the sound of the puck slapping against the wooden sticks and bodies slamming against the boards is wild. Not to mention, as I’ve told my kids, this is one of the times you can use your outside voice, inside! So yell and scream, “Let’s go, Oilers!” all you want!
I’m not sure we have ever stayed for a whole game. We usually end up leaving in the 3rd period. That’s with my kids; when I go to an Oilers game with my beer-drinking buddies, we usually stay for the whole game.
Sadly, the Oilers lost that night, although I think we all won because we had fun, and the girls got out of the house for a few hours, which made going back home even that more cozy.
There’s nothing like Daddy Daughter Time. 
