What the hell do we do now? Football’s over, the Suns suck, and we’re looking at about two months before baseball starts.

Suggestion: Hockey. In case anyone forgot, and judging by the Coyotes’ less than impressive attendance, many of you have, Phoenix has an NHL hockey team. The Coyotes aren’t leading the league in, well, anything, but neither were the Cardinals the past few years. This is an opportunity for everyone in the Valley to create a bandwagon and jump on before it leaves town. It’s fast-paced, relatively inexpensive, and did I mention they fight?

If you don’t understand the game or just don’t like it, it’s cheaper than a boxing match and less homoerotic than shirtless grown men rolling around on a UFC mat.

If history and the Paul Newman classic film “Slapshot” tell us anything, it’s that the worse a hockey team gets, the more they fight. Given this theory and the Coyotes’ record, Michael Buffer should be announcing the game. Like the old joke says: I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.

So go for the fighting, stay for the hockey, and let’s try and keep the Coyotes in Phoenix for a while.