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Yeasterday had to take my brother to hockey practice. I decided: i love. I sat up in the bleachers above the ice, it was so quiet. Then one person walks through and i haer their footsteps trail away, and finaly one of those automatic sliding doors close on them. Again, silence. Later, the lone skater. A goalie. he's out on the ice warming up, just skating around. Throwing a puck against the boards. Short little rippig sounds ring through the high ceilings, the ice being torn apart under his freshly-sharpened blades. The pucks echo like bullets shot in a cave, few and far between. Then the game starts, the loby fills up. cheering, shouting, buzzars, the ref and his whistle. The rumble of the players kicking their skates on the boards and sticks on the ground. The same thing happens at Incredible. You can sit up top on the Mezzanine side while the figure skaters practice. Then you have the ice-sounds interrupted by minute clips of classical music, either slow and graceful, or faster, up-beat and powerful. Either way, its quite an experiance. So my lofty little bleachers are where i like to do my reading. 2hrs, every Monday.