Funnily enough, whenever I went to a game at Nassau Coliseum on Long Island, that too felt like going back into a hockey time warp. And in the best sense too... it was small and intimate with its small bowl and high-school-hallway sized concourse, minimal corporate presence, a great old-school organ, stupidly cheap tickets (thats probably no longer the case)...and just an overall presence that felt like you were watching a game straight out of Slapshot.
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