Friday Night Lights

Last night I went to my first Ice Hockey game. Jeremy’s 2-week visit has given me the opportunity to be a tourist in my own city. Neither of us knows much about the sport, only that it’s fast and violent and there is the possibility of a blood bath happening out there on the ice. Not a bad way to spend a Friday evening.

Husband had a new intern start with his company this week, Gordy. He’s originally from Boston and has been playing ice hockey since he was 3 years old. He was very vocal and negative about The South’s ability to play “real” hockey. But we decided to drag him along anyway. He spent the whole drive to the arena prepping us for bad hockey. But this being our first game, Jeremy and I had absolutely no benchmark of what an excellent hockey game looked like.

We were hoping to get seats right behind the glass so we could experience the full emotion of the game and more importantly, be right there when the players where getting slammed up against it. But no such luck. Our tickets were about mid-way. No problem, we got totally into the game. The crowd was loud and abusive. The music was being pumped out at such a volume that our seats were vibrating. The snacks and drinks were severely over priced and the men on the ice were big and strong and aggressive. It was great.

The Thrashers (Atlanta team) were winning 3-1 with only 8 minutes left in the game. But The Capitals (team from Washington) turned it on, or, The Thrashers just switched off, cos we ended up getting spanked. The final score was 3-5. But no big deal. We were just there for the experience. And we weren’t disappointed there.