Its going to be a week filled with Hockey overloads. With the playoffs starting tonight we are already planning to get together with many people to watch many games. This means I forfeit my status as top priority to become second fiddle behind way too many hockey games. But, I guess for this once a year opportunity I can handle it.
Last night my brother was gracious enough to hook us up with tickets to game 7 of the Giants - Chiefs series. It was last minute, and Chad was busy at work winning his hockey pool so it was about half way through the first period when we finally got there. We quickly got in line to get some burgers from Triple O’s and managed to beat the intermission rush. There were about 6 of those tables you can stand at and eat, the only problem was that the line ups to get burgers was so damn long at all these people were crowding around the tables, which made it very awkward to stand at. We finally found a table and it had a single coffee cup on it, but by the looks of the rest of the tables we just figured it was someones trash, so we moved it aside and put down our food. Two seconds later some guy comes over and says something about this being his coffee and he was saving the table for his buddies. Oooookkkk. So we scrounge around and finally find another table. I look back at our original table and see a crowd of 6 pot bellied guys drinking coffee around the table… Because seriously you need to take up a whole table to place your coffee on instead of just holding it and maybe giving up your table to someone who ACTUALLY needs it. It was at that point I realized the following…
Horse Racing is the sport of Kings
NHL Hockey is the sport of the Rich
AHL Hockey is the sport of the Redneck White Trash
Our seats were on the other side of the rink and trying to get through the walkway with about 14,000 other people trying to do the same thing, and the opposite thing, and the whole lets make a giant line in front of the beer stand thing was very frustrating. We finally made it to our seats and settled in. There were two DILF’s in front of us with their teenage sons. One of the DILF’s kept looking around at all the hot chicks in the arena. He didn’t have a wedding ring on, but sometimes guys don’t wear wedding bands even though they are married so I couldn’t really make a good call as to what his situation was (you know because I need to figure out everyone’s life story within the first 5 minutes of seeing them). What I did notice was that he was constantly txt msging people. One woman in particular (because I am a snoop and could clearly see exactly what he was doing). I figured it could have been his wife but then again you don’t necessarily write out your wife’s first and last name in your cell phone (although, come to think of it Chad does) so it might have been ‘another woman’. But the messages weren’t very exciting so I figured this guy didn’t have anything interesting going on. That was until I noticed him go back and delete all the messages he had sent her and vice versa. HUMMM INTERESTING. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE THERE MR. DILF? It was at this point I realized I should probably get a life and start watching the game.
The game was good, but the whole no scoring thing was giving me anxiety. My brother came up to visit us taking him away for him ever important parking duties. I was a little concerned that this Game 7 would be like many of the other games with a zillion over times and as much as I wanted to watch the game I was really not looking forward to spending my entire night at an ice rink. Luckily the winning goal was scored shortly after the beginning of the first overtime. This meant I could make it home in time to see who won Project Runway Canada – SCORE!
After the celebrations 14,000 people headed to their cars and attempted to get out of 4 giant parking lots all with the same exit. Its time consuming, but everyone knows what they’ve gotten themselves into and so patience is key. Well apparently the van infront of us didn’t get the whole PATIENCE memo.
Inching our way slowly to the exit there are people walking all over the place trying to get to their cars, so everyone’s driving very very slowly as to not hit anyone and because there is really no where to go. So this foursome of friends walks through the idling cars to get to theirs, meanwhile the guy in the van in front of us is not having any of this apparently and starts to inch his way forward even though there are four people in front of him. He continues to do this with no sign of stopping so much so that he ‘hits’ these people (and by hit I mean brushes against them because that’s how slow he is going). They all stop and look at him “Are you Effing kidding me?” one of them yells. The guy continues to roll forward, and is now pushing them out of the way. One guy looses it and starts yelling at him. He walks over to the drivers side door and pulls it open and starts yelling profanities at the driver, meanwhile I’m preparing myself for a gang shooting. Two of the friends get out of the way, while this guys wife is standing there in front of the van. The driver is clearly being a giant asshole, and instead of letting these guys walk by he is causing a huge issue and is actually letting about 5 cars in front of him instead of having the chance to move forward. The guy who was ‘hit’ finally gives up realizing that this man is a lost cause and slams the door shut and goes to walk in front of the car to get to his, and what does the driver do you ask??? HE KEEPS ROLLING INTO HIM. Now I am loosing it because this guy is clearly the biggest asshole I have ever seen. If I wasn’t so scared of being shot in the head I would have gone up to the van and smacked the man myself. I don’t understand people who have to cause trouble for no reason.
Such drama.
Anyways, tonight I am leaving work early so we can head down to the pub two hours early to save seats for the big first game. I don’t have any hope for it though because every Canucks game was watch in a big group they alway loose. I’m sorry but its true! Maybe tonight they can prove me wrong.
