Where the hell do I begin? Last night was incredible! Now mind you, my team did lose, but at least it was a good game. The first 3 goals in the first period had me wondering if this was going to be a boring slaughter. There is no fun in watching that. The Ducks came back to life in the 2nd period and the Pond really came to life!
We got there nice & early so I could snap a few photos. No one was on the ice yet, so I took the time to spike up my drink liberally with some Jameson. Young & Old Steve went walking about to "check things out" (yeah right, who are they kidding? I know what they are "checking out"). I find out which end of the ice my boys will be at and make my way down there. I get right up behind the goal and settle myself in for some photo ops. I then realize I forgot my sign. Oh well, I'm just going to skip going back, I'm NOT giving up my temporary primo seat. Ah yes, my sign...........and Steve's sign.

Mine: "Kiss me Shanny, I'm Irish"

Steve's: "Shanny, take my wife PLEASE"
(the please was also underlined, that part was my nephew's idea)

Then my boys come out and the world is suddenly golden. They've got Manny in the goal crease and the boys are shooting some pucks. Hull is looking cock sure of himself as usual (RRRRRRrooowwwwwwRRRRRRR!), McCarty is looking pretty damn cute too, who cares if he's missing a couple of teeth? Holstrom.......Damn fine piece of realistate. And then the man him self.....SHANNY!!! I cream my pants on the spot, I resist the urge to lift my jersey and press my naked breasts against the glass. I feel a tap on my shoulder, it's Steve! And he's got my sign! What a good husband! Then I notice, he's got his sign too! Bastard! We put them up and I can see the guys chuckling amongst themselves. Hell, who ever was around us was laughing at our signs.
It's time for the national anthem, so we make it back to our seats (behind Ducks goal). A 13 year old local girl was singing our anthem and man did she ROCK! We had a bunch of friends that were behind us, they were divided up between being a Duck or Detroit fan. We instantly became friends and had fun cheering, cursing and giving our teams the arm chair coaching they needed. During 2nd intermission our two rows were trying to get young Steve a shirt the "winglets" were throwing around. Dumb bitches didn't get it any where near us.
The next two periods were an awesome blurr. The Pond was packed and it was LOUD! A section of Detroit fans booed Federov when ever he touched the puck, I did not participate. At first I was out raged he would ever leave such a fine team. But then I realized maybe he wasn't feeling challenged enough. Well he's getting his challenge now! If the man is happy, that is all that matters. If you don't like your job, you play poorly. So, good luck Federov, maybe next year your team will play like they did last night and make it to the play offs again. I enjoy a good game, I want to be entertained and kept on the edge of my seat. I like it when the teams are close in goals, it makes them more hungry to win.
Well time to get off of my ass and get my kid to school.