My First San Jose Sharks Game: A Solo Traveler Guide
There’s just nothing like a hot dog and a front-row seat to watch players crash into the boards or, frankly, my favorite, fist-fight right in front of you.
There’s just nothing like a hot dog and a front-row seat to watch players crash into the boards or, frankly, my favorite, fist-fight right in front of you.
Four days, one rental car, a very ambitious itinerary, and my first-ever solo trip. Here’s what happened when I decided to go anyway.