Spoiled milk, rotting animal carcasses and the stench of feet and ass were the rude punch in the face as I stepped into the locker room to grab a few pre-game photos. To all my friends who are "Hockey" parents, I now understand why we never take "your car" when we go out. If I had to haul this gear with that stench around, it'd be in the bed of a pickup. The look on your faces is not that you have no weekends because your traveling and playing 30 to 60 games per season. No... It's cause the funk ass smell of hockey gear is the most awful smell in the world. For the love of humanity, I nailed this picture and was looking for the exit to escape the smell. Nasty!