The sounds are as much a part of the action as the participants. The speed and physicality of hockey, defining qualities of the sport, easily resonate through the air.
The collective gasp of thousands after the clank of a puck off the goal post? Beautiful.
I love the moment following that gasp when there's either an eerie silence, like everybody watching got away with something, or the frustrated groan of a home crowd feeling cheated.
There's the thunderous rumble of the boards. That boom will undoubtedly bring everyone to their feet, looking for the source...and the aftermath.
Certain sounds are like a language, where conversations are unspoken and if successful, instantaneous. Awe is to behold those fluent in the authoritative tap-tap-tap of a stick on the ice, answered by the swift crack of a puck traveling tape-to-tape.
You can hear the speed in the steady, almost soothing sound of the ice being carved beneath the player's skates. You can hear it in the ice shavings after an abrupt stop.
The sounds of hockey are unlike anything else, and that's not including the atmosphere.
Even without the deafening bellow of a goal-horn, organ music, constant chatter from the participants and spectators chanting, hockey stands alone in its auditory bliss.
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