Despite this cautionary remark, Wayne diligently followed specific instructions to send it by the most frugal option available. As Game day approached, students were asking daily if the "box" had arrived. As a result, I began checking the mail daily with anticipation but by Wednesday December 15th it had not arrived and disappointment was a real possibility. On the 16th, the principal was kind enough to release me from my regular duties to help the school's Christmas concert. My key responsibility was to ensure the lights worked properly. This new flexibility in my day allowed me to check the mail one more time during the day. I called in advance to confirm the mail's arrival time at 10:30 am. The package was there! I carried the lighter than expected parcel directly to school on my shoulder. One student greeted me at the door and said, "Is that your equipment?". I barley said "yes", when I realized he was already carrying the box down the hallway. When I caught up to him, he had already opened the box and was surprised by the jersey. The crest on the front depicted a whiskey bottle with the title "Gibson Whiskey". I never heard of Gibson Whiskey and neither did he but that would soon change. There were many wise cracks before, during and after the hockey match. The hired referee even joked that I would be paying him with bottles of Gibson Whiskey instead of cash.
The photos below are pictures of the outside and inside of the arena. The Zamboni is parked in a little white garage beside the building. The ice is created by simply opening a couple garage sized doors to let the freezing air in; this process leaves a much smaller carbon footprint when compare to traditional southern arenas. The building does have heaters for those attending the game. The player with the name "Cote" on the back is not a student, but an RCMP officer who played on the staff side.
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