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Saturday night was my annual birthday soiree at the hockey game. I leave the guys at home and I go and hang with the girls who some days, I wonder if they’re a bit groupie. But I do it once a year, and its really just as fun as it is every year.
So, I went downtown and met up with Puddle at the local eatery. We had dinner, and chatted about the evening’s matchup. This is last year’s beloved team versus our current team. Who do you root for in this case? Do I root for the team who put me on the path to hockey mom status or do I root for our current team?
Oh, heck. I’m just going to not care who wins.
Especially when our team puts in the goalie who has been a serious sieve, even when they called up the rock solid one from Trenton. ARE YOU LISTENING? STOP PLAYING THE GOALIE WHO ALLOWED A CRAPLOAD OF GOALS! PLAY THE BRICK WALL!!!! I DON’T CARE IF WE’RE OUT OF THE PLAYOFFS! STOP SLACKING!!!
ok, rant to the management over.
So, I got my ticket and sat over with Puddle. We went to our usual spot for warm ups, and when we came back, our seats were taken over by a family, or at worst friends who had taken our jackets, bobbleheads (you know-the one of the traded player-LOL!) and dumped them on the arena floor. Not an auspicious start. Seriously.
Now, did we have the tickets to prove those were our seats? Dang straight we did! BUT, since there was a whole row empty, we figured we’d play nice and just bump up a row. Meh. We had a better view anyhoo.
AND we could hear the penalties and things. Turns out that was quite the evening for penalties, as at one point I even tweeted that I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.
But I digress.
So, as the game went on, the crew in front of us made me glad I didn’t have Isaac with me. It was a display of how NOT to behave at a game. The kids of the group were shredding styrofoam from the bobbleheads and throwing it around-I was covered in small beads until I said something. I was polite, but I did state that I didn’t care for being covered in styrofoam. Then, there was the nacho fight-huge thing of nachos. Throwing at each other. Parents saying nothing.
They even allowed the kids to run around up to the glass and shout rude things at the players from the Albany team.
No, this is not RPI or Union. Yelling “You suck” at every turn isn’t really the thing to do.
Then, during the third period, the be all and end all of disgusting happened.
The older of the two boys had a large soda. He decided it would be a good idea to whip the straw out with his teeth, throw it on the arena floor and then spit an entire mouthful of soda on the floor as well.
Yes. Straw and mouthful of Sprite on the floor. Add that to the shredded foam and the torn up 50/50 tickets and the remnants of the nacho fight and oh, EWWWWWWW.
I was never, ever so happy to see a group leave. Ever.
So, after the game, I went with Puddle and crew out to the back to wait for the players to come out and chat with our old team.
The player that started Isaac playing hockey didn’t make the trip up from Charlotte because of a concussion (see? Goalies get head injuries too! Head injuries equal ick!), so we didn’t have an opportunity to see him.
However, there were some of our favorites who came out and spent a lot of time with the group of us. As we got to talking, one of the guys said how much he missed it here.
I don’t quite understand that, as I spent most of my years trying to run from this area, but I can respect it.
So, at that point, A, who is most times, Puddle’s sidekick, came up with a trade proposal. 3 of ours for him.
It would be a good trade. Bring some life back to this team that sorely needs a good shot in the arm instead of call ups to the big guns in Jersey.
Well, the offseason is coming. A lot quicker than we thought this year, and there is a lot of time for trades. Can we at least get some D here in Albany?
but again, I digress.