Spectators anyone?
Jord had no idea what one wore to a hockey game. It was a fairly difficult thing to dress for, for Jord, anyway. But slightly less so when the players were immortal. They all knew each other's natures, there was no need to appear part of the status quo. Even so, for Jord, this wasn't just a hockey game. This would be the first time she would even see the deity of hockey in person, and as always, she had a strategy.
The jersey had been purchased at the Garden's gift shop, and once one of her friends in fashion design had gotten a hold of it, it stopped looking like an enormous box. "Boxy" had never been a good shape when related to the feminine form, after all. So there she was, wearing his jersey (sure it was an imitation, but what was the divine without symbolism?), cheering for his team...and he would definitely feel it. After all, this was his temple. Maybe none of the other deities realized it. Maybe they didn't think a new one capable of such shrewd planning.
Jord sat in the stands, watching the sports deity dragging the christian filth across the ice; it would be their death, underestimating the young ones. But the music started and she sat forward in her seat, a grin slipping across her features. This was bound to be a good show.