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flanneryflyer reminded me of a story.
Even though Ithaca is in New York, there are a fair amount of Devils fans there, especially with the two colleges in town. Plus Nieuwendyk played for the Big Red and man, they loved him there, so whichever team he's on, you'll always see a few jerseys in the bar supporting him.
Anyways. I'm in town for my sister's graduation (Cornell University). My parents, sister, and sister's boyfriend (now fiance), and I all head downtown to Benchwarmer's, a KICK ASS bar in the downtown commons area (a pedestrian zone with shops and restaurants). They had set up the back-room, which was decently sized, completely for the game. One big-screen and several smaller TV's. They meant business. So we sat there with another group of Devils' fans - TWELVE of em - and watched the game while getting grub.
We see the first period and the Devils go down 1-0. Not good. Eat our meals, drink a few beers, and we decide to go back to the party at my sister's boyfriend's house. Of course, we need to pick up beer, so we pick up a case or two of Labatt - the only beer my Dad and I agree on - and head back.
While at the gas station, we turn on the radio to 770 WABC from New York City - a good four hours away. Needless to say it was almost pure static, but out of it all we hear Hennessy going to break and saying, "Devils up 2-1." What the hell??? We totally missed both goals.
We get back to the house with a few minutes left in the second. Intensity. It looks like we could do it. Then the third starts. Under two minutes in, Bonk scores. FUCK. It's anybody's game again. Let me tell you - those following minutes of hockey were AMAZING - chances for both teams with both teams acting like it was overtime already. Amazing chances, amazing saves, just pure amazing hockey. My friends and I still watch the DVD for the third period, not even just for Friesen's goal, just cause the hockey was that amazing.
With 2:40 something to go, I say that I need to go to the bathroom. I don't know why. I could have held it. It wasn't like that 2:40 would go forever. To repeat - I could have held it. But I just felt like I should.
So I go to the bathroom. Commence peeing. The house erupts. Anybody that's been to collegetown in Ithaca knows those houses aren't exactly the best built. I KNEW we scored. The crowd quiets down and says to me, "Bill, the Devils scored." I go, "That's nice." "Well, aren't you going to come out?" "No. (pause) When I watched the game, Ottawa scored. When I wasn't watching, we scored. So I'm staying in here until it's over." Some laugh, but the few hockey fans in the room get it (hockey fans = crazily superstitious). "Tell me when it's over."
So that's what I did. I just stayed in the bathroom. And it worked.
Yeah I'm being a LJ-whore today, but at least I'm lj-cutting them.
Even though Ithaca is in New York, there are a fair amount of Devils fans there, especially with the two colleges in town. Plus Nieuwendyk played for the Big Red and man, they loved him there, so whichever team he's on, you'll always see a few jerseys in the bar supporting him.
Anyways. I'm in town for my sister's graduation (Cornell University). My parents, sister, and sister's boyfriend (now fiance), and I all head downtown to Benchwarmer's, a KICK ASS bar in the downtown commons area (a pedestrian zone with shops and restaurants). They had set up the back-room, which was decently sized, completely for the game. One big-screen and several smaller TV's. They meant business. So we sat there with another group of Devils' fans - TWELVE of em - and watched the game while getting grub.
We see the first period and the Devils go down 1-0. Not good. Eat our meals, drink a few beers, and we decide to go back to the party at my sister's boyfriend's house. Of course, we need to pick up beer, so we pick up a case or two of Labatt - the only beer my Dad and I agree on - and head back.
While at the gas station, we turn on the radio to 770 WABC from New York City - a good four hours away. Needless to say it was almost pure static, but out of it all we hear Hennessy going to break and saying, "Devils up 2-1." What the hell??? We totally missed both goals.
We get back to the house with a few minutes left in the second. Intensity. It looks like we could do it. Then the third starts. Under two minutes in, Bonk scores. FUCK. It's anybody's game again. Let me tell you - those following minutes of hockey were AMAZING - chances for both teams with both teams acting like it was overtime already. Amazing chances, amazing saves, just pure amazing hockey. My friends and I still watch the DVD for the third period, not even just for Friesen's goal, just cause the hockey was that amazing.
With 2:40 something to go, I say that I need to go to the bathroom. I don't know why. I could have held it. It wasn't like that 2:40 would go forever. To repeat - I could have held it. But I just felt like I should.
So I go to the bathroom. Commence peeing. The house erupts. Anybody that's been to collegetown in Ithaca knows those houses aren't exactly the best built. I KNEW we scored. The crowd quiets down and says to me, "Bill, the Devils scored." I go, "That's nice." "Well, aren't you going to come out?" "No. (pause) When I watched the game, Ottawa scored. When I wasn't watching, we scored. So I'm staying in here until it's over." Some laugh, but the few hockey fans in the room get it (hockey fans = crazily superstitious). "Tell me when it's over."
So that's what I did. I just stayed in the bathroom. And it worked.
Yeah I'm being a LJ-whore today, but at least I'm lj-cutting them.