California hockey is a joke right up until you sit in the building for one of these. The state has three teams and no obvious business having any of them, and the result is a rivalry outsiders cannot take seriously and locals absolutely do - the north against the south, fought between two sets of supporters who both spent decades being told their sport does not belong where they live. San Jose brings people down for it. You will hear them. A Wednesday in early November is not where a season gets decided, but it is where the teal-sweater count in your own section tells you precisely how seriously the other city still takes this. Midweek seats go cheaper, and the upper bowl is quietly the best value in the building for hockey: you see the whole sheet at once and the play develops in front of you like a diagram.
California hockey is a joke right up until you sit in the building for one of these. The state has three teams and no obvious business having any of them, and the result is a rivalry outsiders cannot take seriously and locals absolutely do - the north against the south, fought between two sets of supporters who both spent decades being told their sport does not belong where they live. San Jose brings people down for it. You will hear them. A Wednesday in early November is not where a season gets decided, but it is where the teal-sweater count in your own section tells you precisely how seriously the other city still takes this. Midweek seats go cheaper, and the upper bowl is quietly the best value in the building for hockey: you see the whole sheet at once and the play develops in front of you like a diagram.
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California hockey is a joke right up until you sit in the building for one of these. The state has three teams and no obvious business having any of them, and the result is a rivalry outsiders cannot take seriously and locals absolutely do - the north against the south, fought between two sets of supporters who both spent decades being told their sport does not belong where they live. San Jose brings people down for it. You will hear them. A Wednesday in early November is not where a season gets decided, but it is where the teal-sweater count in your own section tells you precisely how seriously the other city still takes this. Midweek seats go cheaper, and the upper bowl is quietly the best value in the building for hockey: you see the whole sheet at once and the play develops in front of you like a diagram.