The first time I saw an ice hockey game I fell in love with it. It was only a university match - in England - but it was different. Here was a game which took skill just to stand upright, let alone get a goal. A game where it was "ok" to bash into people and place them in mortal peril of loosing a finger-tip! In short, there was blood to be had, and something to proove.
So imagine my joy when I came to Canada - land of hockey lovers! The tickets we paid to go see the Canucks - Vancouver's premier team - were way overpriced by the hostel, but you know what? I didn't really care. It was my first big game. I got my weener, settled into my seat and made some noise for the boyz, hardly expecting the thrashing the Chicago Blackhawks had in store!
It was a good game, we even saw some fisty-cuffs, though the refs seemed intent on breaking them up... for some reason. *grumble grumble* Though, with so many national-team players, they probably didn't want someone's eye to go out before the Olympics!
...despite all this it was a pretty sedate pace, with constant breaks to treat the ice and, of course, the intervals (- which were kinda handy to go get that cinammon stick you'd been meaning to try!) The blood splatters on the ice remained elusive, and being so high in the bowl meant I hardly heard the roaring crowd. Still though, I'd have done it again, because any game where the team scores in the last 2 minutes is worth it!
Vancouver Canucks 5 - Chicago Blackhawks 1
(officially raped)
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