The barn had a certain magic to it, even though it pales in comparison to the new Ralph. I remember going to my first Sioux game with my Dad in November, 1964. It was against Michigan and I witnessed my first hockey fight. I was in the second grade, and I thought how cool was that to see blood on the ice. Between periods, my buddies and I would walk under the stands looking for treasure (pucks, sticks, money). Witnessed alot of inebriated adults in those days. The consession stands used to sell hot Dr. Pepper in a styrofoam cup with a lemon in it. It sounds gross, but it was awsome when it was -20 inside