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Tonight I got free tickets to see the Los Angeles Kings play the St. Louis Blues at the Staples Center. Though a poor hockey fan, I’ve played hockey most of my life and couldn’t turn down the opportunity. Though I have not been to many professional sporting events, I never fail to take notice of the inspiring, crowd rousing music they play at the games. Arriving at the game tonight I expected to hear the typical Queen and Steve Miller Band peppered with some more recent tunes by Greenday and Hootie and the Blowfish, maybe Nirvana if I was lucky. They fortunately serve beer to dull the senses into submission as these songs pound worn beats over the roar of the crowd. However tonight the first song I heard ( I arrived 2 minutes into the 2nd period) was not the much anticipated clap-thudding of ‘We Will Rock You’, but the stinging guitars and tightly strung throaty rasp of Jack White. Yes the White Stripes were ripping through the stadium with “My Doorbell”.