A couple seated behind the Chicago Blackhawks bench got hot and heavy on Tuesday night, locking lips like their plane was going down. With all the sparks flying, it’s a miracle the white-hot passion didn’t melt the ice.
It’s not every day one is treated to a very public makeout session between two consenting adults, but then again it’s very hard to maintain control when Joel Quenneville’s resplendent mustache is mere feet away.
This public display of affection is something the NHL could monetize. Step one: rent out the penalty box for amorous fans seeking two minutes in heaven. Step two: profit.