The best part of the game....

[bzarcher]

The best part of the game....
Originally uploaded by bzarcher.

Was going to see it with friends. :> Especially when in Scott and Noelle's cases, it's friends you haven't seen in quite awhile!

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[felislachesis.livejournal.com]

And trust me, the "heckling" I got here was nothing compared to the 02 playoffs... in Detroit... with the same Jersey. Now THAT's heckling.

[demeterschild.livejournal.com]

...so I'm lazy.

[felislachesis.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah... you never did hear that story about the 02 playoffs.

The game: Game 2, Western Confrence semi-final (2nd round).
The venue: Joe Louis Arena
The city: Detroit, MI
The situation: Detroit's up 1 game to 0 against St. Louis

Our seats are about 20 rows up in the upper bowl, and the heckling starts EARLY. I had to go through the metal detectors twice >.> get a little jeering, some strange comments. Overall, though, no cussing, no one touches me. I have this sheepish grin on my face the entire game. I mean, what can you do? It's 17,000 Red Wing fans to maybe a couple hundred Blues fans. As long as the Blues fans remain cordial, hey, it's all good.

Anyway, about 5 minutes left in the 2nd intermission, the pop I drank finally caught up with me, so I had to sneak off into the facilities. I get out, and decide to buy an ice cream sandwich and a hot dog. I dunno, I was peckish. Anyway, as I'm doing that, the period starts, and, general rule for all hockey venues, you can't go into your seats while play is on. Once the whistle is blown, then they let everyone back up.

So the whistle blows, I finally get into the stairwell, and then... oh... holy.... s...h...i...t.... 400 pairs of eyes all look at my jersey, and none of these people like what they see. Everyone boos me, and all I can do is laugh and blitz up the stairs. I swear even Scotty Bowman was wondering what all the booing was about. I'm running up the stairs as fast as I can. I get pelted with a couple pieces of hot dog bun (no ketchup or mustard), and a few kernels of popcorn (the popped ones fortunately). No one threw anything that could stain me, no Coke, no beer (thank goodness) ^_^ After I sat down, everyone around me and I had a good laugh about that.

From what I noticed, being a hater, you just gotta smile, be in a good mood, and all is cool. Now at Ohio Stadium... *sighs*