the final game of the CC group stage last season (these always tend to be crackers) against Nottingham. Weller scored to tie the game with seconds to go. The crowd went wild. Then, knowing that a draw would be enough for both teams to go through at the expense of the Steelers, both teams spent the closing moments of the game just basically staring at each-other over the neutral zone. Meanwhile both sets of fans sang their hearts out together, unified in a mutual dislike of Sheffield. Heartwarming.
Also I just love the smell. I get giddy just walking in the front doors or when I'm rummaging in my wardrobe and i catch the smell of the BBT from one of my hockey shirts. So much good times, friends, exhilarating moments, tension, relaxing and escapism in that mangy plastic box. The smell just takes be straight to the tingle of the final minutes of a tied game or the rush of expertly delivered check to the boards, the adrenalin roar of the crowd jumping to their feet. Just waiting for the teams to come out for an Elite game or an ENL game i know that nothing else can bother me for the next 2 hours.
That, and when they got Old English on tap.