Sayonara March! May April bring warm trade-winds, if such a thing can actually happen up here in Canada…
Hey, last night Mrs that Dan Guy and I attended the Calgary Flames/San Jose Sharks game, virtually guaranteeing that the hometown heroes would fall on their faces. I’m not sure why this is, but whenever we attend a live sporting event, the team we cheer for fails miserably. Although, in this case the dust-up ended as just 2-1 for San Jose, so it’s not like it was a horror show. But with the Canucks hot on our heels for First Place in the Division, this was a game we couldn’t afford to jinx for the locals.
However, we did, with Calgary ending on the short end of the stick twice, only recovering once. The disaster was forged early on, with a 2-man advantage for the Sharks in the first few minutes of the game. If you aren’t terribly familiar with NHL hockey lingo, just know that The Sharks used to have the most popular line of jerseys and such on the market, and maybe they still do.
We’ve joked before about being in the rafters, but last night we were tucked away in part of the Saddledome’s attic. MTDG almost blew a lung walking up the flights of stairs to our seats, and I had to rely on my enhanced sense of touch after the low oxygen levels made us dizzy and disoriented. The gentleman next to me was kind enough not to punch my lights out when I started to eat from HIS popcorn container…
Still no matter how far away you are from the action, there’s no substitute for attending a professional sporting event, live. The action just seems to spring right off of the ice, even if it looks like ants are carrying the hockey sticks.
Maybe next time we’ll be able to see the hometown heroes actually win a match. We snuck out after the last power play of the third period, when it became painfully obvious that our boys were never going to pull ahead. Of course, anything can happen, but knowing what albatrosses we are to the fortunes of the locals, we thought they might stand a better chance if we vamoosed.
Twas all for naught…
Chow for now!!
Hey, last night Mrs that Dan Guy and I attended the Calgary Flames/San Jose Sharks game, virtually guaranteeing that the hometown heroes would fall on their faces. I’m not sure why this is, but whenever we attend a live sporting event, the team we cheer for fails miserably. Although, in this case the dust-up ended as just 2-1 for San Jose, so it’s not like it was a horror show. But with the Canucks hot on our heels for First Place in the Division, this was a game we couldn’t afford to jinx for the locals.
However, we did, with Calgary ending on the short end of the stick twice, only recovering once. The disaster was forged early on, with a 2-man advantage for the Sharks in the first few minutes of the game. If you aren’t terribly familiar with NHL hockey lingo, just know that The Sharks used to have the most popular line of jerseys and such on the market, and maybe they still do.
We’ve joked before about being in the rafters, but last night we were tucked away in part of the Saddledome’s attic. MTDG almost blew a lung walking up the flights of stairs to our seats, and I had to rely on my enhanced sense of touch after the low oxygen levels made us dizzy and disoriented. The gentleman next to me was kind enough not to punch my lights out when I started to eat from HIS popcorn container…
Still no matter how far away you are from the action, there’s no substitute for attending a professional sporting event, live. The action just seems to spring right off of the ice, even if it looks like ants are carrying the hockey sticks.
Maybe next time we’ll be able to see the hometown heroes actually win a match. We snuck out after the last power play of the third period, when it became painfully obvious that our boys were never going to pull ahead. Of course, anything can happen, but knowing what albatrosses we are to the fortunes of the locals, we thought they might stand a better chance if we vamoosed.
Twas all for naught…
Chow for now!!
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