I miss pounding on the glass and screaming at the 60+ year old ref who looks like he’d rather be anyplace else. I miss talking to the poor soul who is unfortunate to stand near me how certain kids are letting the team down and holding my soon to be superstar back and we’re thinking of moving on next year. I miss berating the 15 year old kid in the lobby making 7 bucks an hour on the injustice of having to fill out a COVID pass. I miss getting away for a few hours from my wife who stopped coming to games with me a long time ago. I miss drinking just enough to almost be a borderline DUI driving my kid home from the rink.