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shirenomadBrian invited me to a Ducks vs. Flames match last night. I'm not a fan of either team -- the only hockey team I care about our my hometown Sharks -- but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the sport, so I tagged along and watched the blood hit the ice. >:D
Tensions were high throughout the game, a) because it was so late in the season, and b) because if the Ducks beat the Flames, they would face off again in the first round of the playoffs. Among other things, this led to a fight breaking out on the ice about every five minutes (except in the last eight minutes, when they broke out every two). At least one the refs just stood back and watched for a while -- so long as it stayed clean, I guess...
But despite the interruptions, it was a nice tense game, with neither team gaining an obvious lead. Final score: 4-3, Ducks, which netted them the sixth slot in the playoffs.
It being the last home game of the season, a lot of prizes were given out to random seats. One of our number, Krysta, actually scored one of the "Shirts Off Our Backs" prizes; that meant she got to come out onto the ice after the end of the game and get handed an autographed jersey by one of the players. (Krysta got #23 -- Francois Beauchemin -- if you happen to follow the team.)
Part of the reason Brian went to this game is because he and some friends won a contest of some kind that let them play hockey on the rink after the pros had left. Brian and Blake were the only two people from the office who actually went out on the ice (I knew better than to go out there; it's all I can do to stay upright with ice skates on), but it was still mildly entertaining to watch them... it was far more entertaining, though, to watch "B". See, "B" had his own cheering section: four boys about 10 to 12, all up front, pounding on the plastic, and having a blast humiliating the poor guy at the top of their lungs. "Go B!" "B, you're our hero!" "We love B!" "Give the puck to B!" "Put B back in!" "Great line change, B!" "Gimme a B! (B!) What's that spell? (B!)" (It's all the ref could do not to crack up at times.) At one point, someone nearby asked what their life was like before B, and one of the kids replied (straight-faced) that "it was a dark and meaningless world." After a while, some other people in the stands started getting into it, and before long there were several people cheering for B without having a clue who he was. That alone was worth staying until 1 am to watch the end of.
Though I'm paying for it now. *yawn* Think it's time to catch up on that lost sleep...
Tensions were high throughout the game, a) because it was so late in the season, and b) because if the Ducks beat the Flames, they would face off again in the first round of the playoffs. Among other things, this led to a fight breaking out on the ice about every five minutes (except in the last eight minutes, when they broke out every two). At least one the refs just stood back and watched for a while -- so long as it stayed clean, I guess...
But despite the interruptions, it was a nice tense game, with neither team gaining an obvious lead. Final score: 4-3, Ducks, which netted them the sixth slot in the playoffs.
It being the last home game of the season, a lot of prizes were given out to random seats. One of our number, Krysta, actually scored one of the "Shirts Off Our Backs" prizes; that meant she got to come out onto the ice after the end of the game and get handed an autographed jersey by one of the players. (Krysta got #23 -- Francois Beauchemin -- if you happen to follow the team.)
Part of the reason Brian went to this game is because he and some friends won a contest of some kind that let them play hockey on the rink after the pros had left. Brian and Blake were the only two people from the office who actually went out on the ice (I knew better than to go out there; it's all I can do to stay upright with ice skates on), but it was still mildly entertaining to watch them... it was far more entertaining, though, to watch "B". See, "B" had his own cheering section: four boys about 10 to 12, all up front, pounding on the plastic, and having a blast humiliating the poor guy at the top of their lungs. "Go B!" "B, you're our hero!" "We love B!" "Give the puck to B!" "Put B back in!" "Great line change, B!" "Gimme a B! (B!) What's that spell? (B!)" (It's all the ref could do not to crack up at times.) At one point, someone nearby asked what their life was like before B, and one of the kids replied (straight-faced) that "it was a dark and meaningless world." After a while, some other people in the stands started getting into it, and before long there were several people cheering for B without having a clue who he was. That alone was worth staying until 1 am to watch the end of.
Though I'm paying for it now. *yawn* Think it's time to catch up on that lost sleep...
