Jags
Mildly Disturbed
We had season tickets at the Cap Centre when I was a kid, lots of fun memories. My favorite though was my first year getting season tickets of my own -- the 97-98 Cup year. I was 23, just started making decent money, went in on a pair of tickets at the Phone Booth with my roommate.
The crucial part of having season tickets -- and I don't think this gets mentioned enough -- is the people that sit around you. We had a good group around us; people that used their tickets and were there for almost every game. Pretty much the same people all the time.
So I went out on a limb and took a date to a game who wasn't really familiar with hockey. And you know how that can go -- your seatmates can get icy if the newcomer is a drag that doesn't engage. We hadn't been going out long, but she wanted to see what it was about and seemed to have the right attitude.
It could have gone horribly, but she bought in early, seemed to get offsides mostly after one explanation. She spilled a soda in the 2nd, total dump job that swept under the feet of people two rows in front of us. But she'd been cool and fun, so they were nice about it. They laughed when she chanted "Goalie!" instead of "Olie!" because at least she had the position right -- stuff like that.
Then a fight broke out in the 3rd. People that don't know the game still know there's fighting, but this is a pivotal moment for a newcomer. Shit on the pugilism and our seatmates would turn on her and I'd get side-eye for a month. So when the fight popped off and everyone jumped to their feet and she hesitated, I had a moment of doubt.
I think she was expecting it to be up on the big screen or maybe just had trouble figuring out what was going on. But then she got it, digested it, stood up, and shouted the 4 words you always love to hear from your new girlfriend -- "Kick his f***ing ass!"
She immediately covered her mouth and went wide-eyed, worried that she might have gotten too caught up in the moment. But they loved it. And I fell in love with her right there on the spot.
Now I'd love to wrap this up by saying it led to a blissful marriage and our first grandkid is on the way or whatever, but no. She turned out to be a psycho. If she popped up on an episode of America's Most Wanted, you'd just kinda shrug and go, "That tracks."
But she loved hockey, so that was fun for about a year. (Though I guess if she hadn't we might've broken up immediately and I'd still have ten fingers...)
(Kidding.)
(Mostly.)
The crucial part of having season tickets -- and I don't think this gets mentioned enough -- is the people that sit around you. We had a good group around us; people that used their tickets and were there for almost every game. Pretty much the same people all the time.
So I went out on a limb and took a date to a game who wasn't really familiar with hockey. And you know how that can go -- your seatmates can get icy if the newcomer is a drag that doesn't engage. We hadn't been going out long, but she wanted to see what it was about and seemed to have the right attitude.
It could have gone horribly, but she bought in early, seemed to get offsides mostly after one explanation. She spilled a soda in the 2nd, total dump job that swept under the feet of people two rows in front of us. But she'd been cool and fun, so they were nice about it. They laughed when she chanted "Goalie!" instead of "Olie!" because at least she had the position right -- stuff like that.
Then a fight broke out in the 3rd. People that don't know the game still know there's fighting, but this is a pivotal moment for a newcomer. Shit on the pugilism and our seatmates would turn on her and I'd get side-eye for a month. So when the fight popped off and everyone jumped to their feet and she hesitated, I had a moment of doubt.
I think she was expecting it to be up on the big screen or maybe just had trouble figuring out what was going on. But then she got it, digested it, stood up, and shouted the 4 words you always love to hear from your new girlfriend -- "Kick his f***ing ass!"
She immediately covered her mouth and went wide-eyed, worried that she might have gotten too caught up in the moment. But they loved it. And I fell in love with her right there on the spot.
Now I'd love to wrap this up by saying it led to a blissful marriage and our first grandkid is on the way or whatever, but no. She turned out to be a psycho. If she popped up on an episode of America's Most Wanted, you'd just kinda shrug and go, "That tracks."
But she loved hockey, so that was fun for about a year. (Though I guess if she hadn't we might've broken up immediately and I'd still have ten fingers...)
(Kidding.)
(Mostly.)