When my son was eight in 2013, we took him to his first Blue Jackets game at Nationwide Area. The arena was beautiful, and I remember all the new sights, smells, and sounds. We could feel the cold air as we rushed up the stairs, past the escalator, and peered over the gleaming ice. Up close, the players were tough and captivating. We rode that joy ride and financially splurged on quarterly season tickets the next year. After a season of endless thrown pizza boxes, some strange third period country hockey song, and catapulted T-shirts that never quite reached our section, we politely asked the CBJ ticket office to stop calling us for STH renewal.
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