Good god that was the warmest arena I've ever played in. Gross. I soaked through my headband AND my sweatband. The ice was fine, but somehow the air was just hideously warm for playing hockey. Folks on the benches were taking their undershirts off.
My friend (who has never seen a live hockey game) came to watch us play, and commented that "You were moving kind of stiffly, I thought you were hurt." Well thanks buddy. On the other hand, he enjoyed the game immensely and said it must be hard work to track the puck constantly.
Counterpoint to that, one of our best players complimented me later for reading the play "perfectly" when he and one of our other best players had a two on 0 (oops, defence) and absolutely stoned them. So good for me.