Call him a purist, but given Derek Martin literally grew up playing on a frozen pond, shooting pucks made of cow poop because they couldn't afford the real things, on a hand me down stick his father used to play with, there's some level of tradition and logic behind outdoor games. Its cultural, its vivid and raw within the people who've lived through the outdoor rinks in the childhood, the early staturday mornings with your friends just playing some pickup 3 on 3. So when it comes to the Los Angeles Panthers of all teams, a team who's never seen snow or ice around their arena, an outdoor game is a pure money grabbing gimmick, a leech move by the filthy Head Office shills who only want to make a buck out of what's been one of the more dominant franchises in the S70's. I think there's even reason to shame them, shame all of them, especially that fraud of a french man, Fraudchie, what a joke.