There was a day, many years ago, when arenas allowed for silence.
A moment to consider existence, our utter meaninglessness in the vastness of this universe, interrupted occasionally by a polka played on the organ or a lone plastic horn.
There were no big screens, no video replays, no music, just you and your thoughts.
Those intermittent moments are no longer. 
Trivia games are played at every turn, music blared, T-shirts shot into the crowd.
And I no longer have the time to think about which might be better.
And arenas like Kingston’s Memorial Centre, hung huge portraits of H.M. Queen Elizabeth at one of the ends,.. see:http://www.cityofkingston.ca/residents/recreation/facilities/arenas/memorial-centre
Quiet since 2008: http://www.ohlarenaguide.com/fronts.htm
“Much like in Peterborough, there is a gigantic portrait of HM the Queen hanging over one end of the ice along with several flags.”
see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peterborough_Memorial_Centre
Portraits like those offer us a reason to sit / stand and to ponder one’s existence – say in the face of ‘Her’ meaning, WW1 dead, WW11 dead, Korean Conflict dead, Killed peace-keepers, Afghanistan dead, and here I sit was a cold beer and a warm hotdog, alive to the sounds of The Game.