Buddha here. (#17 in your program...#1 in your heart.) Why would we drive 12 hours to get beaten like a rented mule on a hockey rink? It's all about family.
When else could I guilt my brother into flying to miami with me and having lunch at Lulu's in Ft. Lauderdale? I even talked my in-laws into taking a detour on their trip from Jax to Key West to watch us play and drink beer at the bar after the game.
We may not win many games, but we definitely win at the family game.
Namaste.
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