I cannot say my best memory of hockey was my earliest. My dad and mom took my brother and me to a North Stars game and someone on the ice smashed his head and it bled. And when it bled, the flu I had got all that much worse.
So yes, I vomited at the sight of blood. But I was 4 and a half years old. And it was predestined that I would get more sick, having had a 102 temp all day.
My dad wasn't the kind to turn down free anything, let alone tickets for a game. They sell beer at events, don't you know.
Please don't hold this against me. I've seen Clint Malarchuk's artery blast and don't even blink, but back then, at 4 and half, I might have hurled. Oh hell yes I would. Not even might have.