Nestled on the corner of 3rd Avenue SE and Arena Drive SE, unbeknownst to most of the world, save a hundred or so people, America defended home ice against Finland. ESPN didn't create headlines about it and other media outlets never showed interest. In fact, I never knew about it until 2:30 that afternoon. I made the necessary arrangements (aka I called my wife to make sure I could go.) Since the game was at 8:00 PM, I was cleared to go. I was stoked. How often do you get to go to a game of this caliber? I arrived to the arena and was immediately greeted by a front row, next to the doors, parking spot! This may be great to some, but not nearly exciting....unless it is -15 without windchill, then it's like winning the lottery. I hustle to the rink to watch the Zamboni resurface the ice and grab a seat. Here I was, sitting at just the right height, so I could see above the glass at center ice; everybody else, in the way back. As game time approached, a bunch of kids gather in