It wasn't a responsible decision, to go to a pub to watch the Canucks game on a Wednesday night, but it was a fun decision. The atmosphere was muted at the start but the back-and-forth momentum changes in the game soon had the entire pub whipped up into a hockey frenzy (upon reflection, I'll admit that the alcohol may have played a small role.) When the Canucks scored late in the 3rd and finally took the lead, the pub erupted in a cacophony of hoots and whistles that lasted until after the final horn.
I love hockey. I am a true fan - I root for my team when they're losing and I happily welcome back the bandwagon-jumpers when the team is winning. Tuesday's disallowed goal was ridiculous and I'll admit to unleashing a string of profanity when the call was made. That one call didn't lose the game for the Canucks, though, and the bitching and moaning that occurred afterward did nothing but make us look like poor losers. Last night's game was more than a chance for the Canucks to tie the series at two games apiece; it was a chance for the fans (whether long-term or short-term, steadfast or fickle, zealous or laid-back) to stop focusing on bad calls and conspiracy theories and just fucking celebrate. And celebrate we did. We stumbled home exchanging high-fives with random strangers, attempting to eat dirty pizza on the train, and laughing at the gems that came out of Shawn's mouth (my personal favourite: "Swedish power activate! I'm going to Ikea tomorrow.") (I guess that's only funny if you know that our top line consists of three Swedes. And that Shawn hates Ikea more than, well, anything.)
This morning I woke up with an inexplicably sore foot, a bruise on my wrist, a hangover that rivals my worst hangover ever, and a brother-in-law asleep on our couch. So no, it was not a responsible decision by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a decision I don't regret. Not even a little.
Now will someone please make me a baked potato and some tea? I'm pretty sure that a baked potato and tea are the only things that will keep me from dying this morning.
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LOL - I love it! I was at a bar too (I went to the Canucks tweetup), and my experience was very similar. The crowd went absolutely NUTS in the last period! SO much fun, but oh my gawsh does my head ever hurt this morning. I just can't be out that late and drinking like that on a weeknight and expect to be fine the next morning. Oof. I agree, though. Totally and completely worth it. Go Canucks!!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing wrong with going out to support your team and participating in a little Wednesday Night Drinking Club, until you wake up on Thursday...
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that the older we get, the less we can bounce back from a night of drinking. Hopefully you're feeling more chipper by now!
Reading your tweets was super fun :)
ReplyDeleteI love a fan who is loyal to their team. Especially when the teams I cheer for play entirely different sports. It means we can still be friends. =)
ReplyDeleteTwitter was so fun with you last night!
ReplyDeleteYou better rest up for Saturday, lady. ;)
A baked potato and tea - interesting combo. I hope someone made them for you.
ReplyDeleteAnd Nick hates Ikea too. He gets all annoyed if I even suggest we go.
This is my first playoff season NOT in Atlanta or Wichita, back in a place where people actually care about hockey. I'm totally digging it. Too bad my boys are sucking it up this year...
ReplyDeletehuh. a hangover baked potato?? this is not at all what i crave when hungover on weekdays. which, er, never happens, is what i meant to say.
ReplyDeleteAwesome. *hands a cup of tea*
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