A father and son tradition

Some traditions are a little more odd than others.

We had seasons tickets - my son and I - for the local Major Jr. hockey team.

We loved going to the rink together. Upon arrival, I’d get a plastic cup filled with beer. He would get a plastic cup filled with candy and a bottle of pop.

By the first intermission, we’d be bursting.

There was an issue though. The toilets / restrooms at the Metro Centre were filthy.

That’s not entirely true.

It’s not entirely false either.

The experience of pissing at a stadium during an intermission is a miserable one.

Holding my penis next to wobbly, red faced men with poor spacial awareness in a hyper aggressive environment is not my idea of fun.

Perhaps the elementary and middle school game of ‘kick the nerd while they’re pissing’ had an impact. To this day I am unable to pee if I think there is someone behind me.

And at the rink?

There always is.

At first I used to fake it.

I couldn’t tell my son I had pee constipation.

I’m his dad. I need to set a good example don’t you know.

So, during intermission, I’d dutifu…