The Devils Went Down to Georgia
With a small, satisfied smile, I draw a dark black line across number 17 on my life to do list.
After 8 years of being a hockey fan, today I got to go to my first NHL game. Back at the beginning of 5th grade I was watching the Dallas Stars play the New Jersey Devils at a noisy pub with Amanda's family and knew after watching for 10 minutes that Jersey was the only team for me.
At the second train station on my way to the arena, I saw a 40 something year old man wearing an Atlanta Thrashers jersey, so I did what any outgoing gal would do - go over and heckle him about the evening's game. On the train we sat next to each other and I was impressed with his knowledge on hockey. After asking where my seat was and finding that I had yet to purchase a ticket, he told me that he was a season ticket holder and just happened to have an extra ticket! He warned me that the section that the seat was in is populated by a group of about 30 people (including him, Tom)that call themselves the "Nasty Nest". Basically they those really obnoxious people at games that heckle the away team. They are so dedicated to the fine art of heckling that during the third they go down right behind the goalie and give him sass from like a foot away.
Since I'd never been to this venue, he was nice enough to take me down to the ice to watch the players warming up. He made fun of me for my girlish excitement for seeing my beloved Martin Brodeur (AMAZING Jersey goaltender). The difference in seeing the second string goalie take a few shots and then Brodeur was incredibly different; it was as if Brodeur already knew what was coming and didn't have to go through the tedious actions of responding to extra stimuli. He blocked slap shots from 2 feet away with the calmest expression. SWOOOOON! Tom and I went and got our beers and went up to our seats. Everyone couldn't have been nicer to me, even though they thought I was "so misguided for such a smart girl".
When the Spin Doctors game out to sing the national anthem, I knew I was in for a good game. Jersey ended up winning 5-0, but sadly Brodeur didn't play at all, since Jersey already has its spot in the upcoming playoffs. After the game, the Spin Doctors gave a concert and I of course stayed for it!
I returned to Emory in time for part of Dooley's Ball or the culmination of spirit week. The theme was Casino, but I could have sworn it was "gals, see how little clothing you can wear!". I still find it a bit odd that Emory University openly gives alcohol to minors at school functions. When 80% of the freshman population is stumbling around completely smashed, I'm not so sure if that's such a hot idea. While it was amusing to see everyone's silly costumes, I ultimately regret going, since Patrick made a quite unwanted gesture that he will have to do some pretty hefty explaining tomorrow not to incur my wrath any more than he has already earned.
To end on a more pleasant note, with number 17 off the list, time to plan my attack for that bathtub with feet...
After 8 years of being a hockey fan, today I got to go to my first NHL game. Back at the beginning of 5th grade I was watching the Dallas Stars play the New Jersey Devils at a noisy pub with Amanda's family and knew after watching for 10 minutes that Jersey was the only team for me.
At the second train station on my way to the arena, I saw a 40 something year old man wearing an Atlanta Thrashers jersey, so I did what any outgoing gal would do - go over and heckle him about the evening's game. On the train we sat next to each other and I was impressed with his knowledge on hockey. After asking where my seat was and finding that I had yet to purchase a ticket, he told me that he was a season ticket holder and just happened to have an extra ticket! He warned me that the section that the seat was in is populated by a group of about 30 people (including him, Tom)that call themselves the "Nasty Nest". Basically they those really obnoxious people at games that heckle the away team. They are so dedicated to the fine art of heckling that during the third they go down right behind the goalie and give him sass from like a foot away.
Since I'd never been to this venue, he was nice enough to take me down to the ice to watch the players warming up. He made fun of me for my girlish excitement for seeing my beloved Martin Brodeur (AMAZING Jersey goaltender). The difference in seeing the second string goalie take a few shots and then Brodeur was incredibly different; it was as if Brodeur already knew what was coming and didn't have to go through the tedious actions of responding to extra stimuli. He blocked slap shots from 2 feet away with the calmest expression. SWOOOOON! Tom and I went and got our beers and went up to our seats. Everyone couldn't have been nicer to me, even though they thought I was "so misguided for such a smart girl".
When the Spin Doctors game out to sing the national anthem, I knew I was in for a good game. Jersey ended up winning 5-0, but sadly Brodeur didn't play at all, since Jersey already has its spot in the upcoming playoffs. After the game, the Spin Doctors gave a concert and I of course stayed for it!
I returned to Emory in time for part of Dooley's Ball or the culmination of spirit week. The theme was Casino, but I could have sworn it was "gals, see how little clothing you can wear!". I still find it a bit odd that Emory University openly gives alcohol to minors at school functions. When 80% of the freshman population is stumbling around completely smashed, I'm not so sure if that's such a hot idea. While it was amusing to see everyone's silly costumes, I ultimately regret going, since Patrick made a quite unwanted gesture that he will have to do some pretty hefty explaining tomorrow not to incur my wrath any more than he has already earned.
To end on a more pleasant note, with number 17 off the list, time to plan my attack for that bathtub with feet...