Where a chill in the air lingers as if to say, “come closer together and you’ll be warm,” as the sharp sound of blades cut through the ice and the echo of a slap shot catches the corner of a goalpost setting off a vibrating ting. The cheerful roar of the crowd ensues and a wooden door swings open and fills the room with the smell of homemade burgers and fries. The scoreboard counts down the last remaining minute as excitement erupts at its highest decibel and soon after the rink will be silent and all that remains is the feeling of community.