The Ducks Aren’t So Mighty
Alright, so are you ready for post number two today? I think I should start with something historical and educational like most of my other posts. Here goes: on this date in 1776, Thomas Paine first published the pamphlet which galvanized the American Revolution among the populace, Common Sense. There how was that? Also, there is a rumor circulating that an update to “Cogitations…” is imminent. (Check under Suggested Reading periodically.)
Last night, The School Girl and I were fortunate enough to attend another spectacular NHL game at the Gaylord Entertainment Center (or The GEC as us native Nashvillians call it). Our benefactor for the evening was Miss Catherine, my quality coach from work. She got these for the wife and me as a Christmas gift of sorts. (She works there and wouldn’t be using them and she knows that we love hockey).
After sitting through wreck traffic on I-65, we managed to get to the arena before game time. Luckily for us, we were able to get stuck standing next to a co-worker of The School Girl’s. Nothing makes a person’s day better than a young 20-something with a nasally lisp go on and on about her job while you are trying to ignore them and get hyped for hockey. I let it go and set my sights on a much bigger prize than normal. This fine day, sports’ Holy Grail was in Nashville for all to see and touch…Lord Stanley’s Cup! For those of you who are unaware (ignorant, if you will), The Stanley Cup is the trophy given to the best hockey team in North America since the late 1800s.
After the wait in line to visit The Cup, we made our way to the lower bowl and towards our seats. We were on the end opposite of the band stage (where an American Idol Season 2 reject performed later). The only problem with the seats was that they were designed for skinny people (i.e. not me).
During the Predator team introductions the public address system crapped out. Completely dead. No music, no talking, no nothing. They paraded out a local vocal group to sing The Star-Spangled Banner but we could barely hear a sound. It was at this moment a great thing happened that made your heart swell. The crowd began to sing. It was like in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. The sounds echoed throughout the arena, it was wonderful.
The Preds took an early lead on the Ducks and extended it to 4-2 in the second period but it wouldn’t last.
During intermissions, the camera operators like to scan the crowd for people. They especially enjoy people doing crazy things. They happened to stop, at one point, on a woman who was sitting next to her boyfriend enjoying the music over the recently repaired P.A. system. She was making her breasts dance up and down by moving them intermittently with her hands along with the music. Boy did she turn red when she saw it up on the big screen!
A little into the second period, an older woman (50-ish) and her husband came in and sat a few rows behind us. Her husband looked normal but there was something about this Predator-jersied woman that just wasn’t normal. She was very loud and loved her Predators and made it known by screaming. She loved them so much that I notice she had removed her jersey to reveal a brown camisole and apparently a six month paycheck’s worth of augmentation! At one point she had jumped into her husband’s lap and made out with him and was sucking/biting on his neck, not to mention anything about how she shook her boobs from side to side when she finally got her turn on the big screen.
The Ducks scored again making it a 4-3 game but no one was nervous yet, but that would all change soon enough.
We hunkered down for what we knew would be a long game between the top two Western Conference hockey clubs.
In his first game back from injury, Tomas Vokoun began to fall apart in the second period as Anaheim tied the game at four goals each. A stellar performance in the third period kept the game tied and sent us into sudden death overtime.
The Predator Cheerleaders hung out in front of us for the final period and OT to help us forget about losing a big lead, much to the chagrin of The School Girl. She did find it amusing; however, when I pointed out that one of them had a tattoo under her left breast and was showing the world. (These photos of course were taken for my boys to see and educational purposes only).
After a couple of minutes had gone by in the overtime period, a pass was poked home by Scott Sullivan to shore up victory for the good guys and turn the Ducks into soup!
Another great night of hockey and this time we won. I can’t wait to go again and maybe next time we can get the whole crew together…in the cheap seats, of course.
Last night, The School Girl and I were fortunate enough to attend another spectacular NHL game at the Gaylord Entertainment Center (or The GEC as us native Nashvillians call it). Our benefactor for the evening was Miss Catherine, my quality coach from work. She got these for the wife and me as a Christmas gift of sorts. (She works there and wouldn’t be using them and she knows that we love hockey).
After sitting through wreck traffic on I-65, we managed to get to the arena before game time. Luckily for us, we were able to get stuck standing next to a co-worker of The School Girl’s. Nothing makes a person’s day better than a young 20-something with a nasally lisp go on and on about her job while you are trying to ignore them and get hyped for hockey. I let it go and set my sights on a much bigger prize than normal. This fine day, sports’ Holy Grail was in Nashville for all to see and touch…Lord Stanley’s Cup! For those of you who are unaware (ignorant, if you will), The Stanley Cup is the trophy given to the best hockey team in North America since the late 1800s.
After the wait in line to visit The Cup, we made our way to the lower bowl and towards our seats. We were on the end opposite of the band stage (where an American Idol Season 2 reject performed later). The only problem with the seats was that they were designed for skinny people (i.e. not me).
During the Predator team introductions the public address system crapped out. Completely dead. No music, no talking, no nothing. They paraded out a local vocal group to sing The Star-Spangled Banner but we could barely hear a sound. It was at this moment a great thing happened that made your heart swell. The crowd began to sing. It was like in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. The sounds echoed throughout the arena, it was wonderful.
The Preds took an early lead on the Ducks and extended it to 4-2 in the second period but it wouldn’t last.
During intermissions, the camera operators like to scan the crowd for people. They especially enjoy people doing crazy things. They happened to stop, at one point, on a woman who was sitting next to her boyfriend enjoying the music over the recently repaired P.A. system. She was making her breasts dance up and down by moving them intermittently with her hands along with the music. Boy did she turn red when she saw it up on the big screen!
A little into the second period, an older woman (50-ish) and her husband came in and sat a few rows behind us. Her husband looked normal but there was something about this Predator-jersied woman that just wasn’t normal. She was very loud and loved her Predators and made it known by screaming. She loved them so much that I notice she had removed her jersey to reveal a brown camisole and apparently a six month paycheck’s worth of augmentation! At one point she had jumped into her husband’s lap and made out with him and was sucking/biting on his neck, not to mention anything about how she shook her boobs from side to side when she finally got her turn on the big screen.
The Ducks scored again making it a 4-3 game but no one was nervous yet, but that would all change soon enough.
We hunkered down for what we knew would be a long game between the top two Western Conference hockey clubs.
In his first game back from injury, Tomas Vokoun began to fall apart in the second period as Anaheim tied the game at four goals each. A stellar performance in the third period kept the game tied and sent us into sudden death overtime.
The Predator Cheerleaders hung out in front of us for the final period and OT to help us forget about losing a big lead, much to the chagrin of The School Girl. She did find it amusing; however, when I pointed out that one of them had a tattoo under her left breast and was showing the world. (These photos of course were taken for my boys to see and educational purposes only).
After a couple of minutes had gone by in the overtime period, a pass was poked home by Scott Sullivan to shore up victory for the good guys and turn the Ducks into soup!
Another great night of hockey and this time we won. I can’t wait to go again and maybe next time we can get the whole crew together…in the cheap seats, of course.
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