Last night I was fortunate enough to be asked if I wanted to go to the hockey game. Hockey in Montreal is a big deal. So I went. And because I work for some cool people, we had the use of our firm's loge for the game. It's a pretty sweet deal. You go up in a private elevator, with a guy to push the elevator button for you. Everything is carpeted. There's a hostess who orders your food, serves you drinks, snacks and lets you know when the dessert cart is there. The seats are great - without the usual number of people bumping into you, pushing to get by and standing up at the most inopportune moments. I was having a great time, feeling very special and spoiled - that is until the game started and suddenly I realised what was missing.
My brothers. At most hockey games I've been to I've usually had one of three brothers to explain things to me. Last night none of them were with me and none of the guys who were there were able/willing to explain what was happening. There are new rules in the NHL this year and I knew none of them and understood nothing of these rules and why they were instated. The only thing I did understand was that when the puck goes in the net, it's a goal. All this to say that I'm not going to any more games without a brother beside me.
3 comments:
oh yeah? what about me? I know LOADS about hockey - well not really, but it's not like you'd know if I was telling you the right info...
Chances are you'd be too drunk to remember anyway :)
You just tell me when and I'll be there. You shouldn't have to go through this again, it sounded horrible being in that loge!!! Honestly, I prefer sitting in the nose bleeds but if you need explanation of the game... I don't care how many games it takes you to understand. I would gladly join you, so you can further your knowledge on the rules of the NHL.
Large overpaid men chasing small frozen circular rubber. What else is there to know?
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