Jesus obviously hates Ducks fans. They live in Anaheim!
Wow. WOW.
I have no idea what happened. First of all, the game was STELLAR, and it was nice to see Cheech and JR score since I hadn't seen them do that yet.
Most of the night was actually me dealing with douchey Ducks fans. Which ALWAYS happens when I go to Anaheim! Last time I was there, I got checked into a trashcan made of STONE by a drunk guy in his 40s who screamed "YOU'LL CHOKE IN THE PLAYOFFS!" Thanks for the bruises!
Ducks fans, just as classless as ever. Before the game even started and Lauren and I were sitting behind the Sharks bench waiting for the warmups to start and we got chased out of where we were by a couple (not in jerseys or Ducks gear or ANYTHING). Not a problem, those are your seats. But then they started muttering under their breath about "desperate fucking fans" and "they're only hockey players, fucking calm down." UM. WHY ARE YOU SITTING IN THE EXPENSIVE SEATS IF YOU DON'T EVEN CARE. Not to mention, all we were doing was SITTING and WAITING. Asswipes.
Then, when we got to our seats, the guys in front of me (also not in jerseys or identifiable Ducks gear) would NOT. STOP. LEANING. I had to tell them like, 10 times to SIT BACK. I missed a good 20 minutes of play combined behind his big head.
And the family behind me were also not in any gear, but were RUTHLESSLY rooting for Parros and hitting me and Lauren in the head with their boom sticks. At the break between the first and second a group of four 10 year olds starting chirping at me while I was waiting for Lauren to buy a soda. I just stared at them. GUYS! I CAN GROW A BETTER MUSTACHE THAN YOU CAN RIGHT NOW. GO GET POTTY TRAINED!
And at the huge brawl in the end? People were throwing bottles onto the ice. One person threw a full soda, which exploded on a ref. And then the beer bottles started flying at the Sharks line (when they were congratulating Boosh), and one person hit Danny Boyle in the head with it. WHAT THE FUCK?! PLEASE DON'T MAIM OUR PLAYERS BECAUSE YOU ARE ANGRY YOU HAVE A TEAM FILLED WITH PREMATURELY BALDING GOONS.
Then I got booed on the way out (which is to be expected, I don't really care) and told we would get a first round exit. HELLO. SECOND ROUND. IF YOU'RE GOING TO CHIRP US, AT LEAST DO IT RIGHT. I politely reminded the man that it was not 2007 anymore, and that he should concern himself with having a postseason before he gets on our case about choking. He did not like that.
NONETHELESS, I had A LOT A LOT A LOT OF FUN! And I'm happy that we won.
You stay classy, Anaheim. Glad that we could piss you off so royally at home. :D
Too bad they didn't catch the bottles flying. AND GROSSSSS DUCKS ANNOUNCERS.
Other randomness of note: the amount of Non-Sharks and Non-Ducks jerseys!
I made a list. I saw the following jerseys:
Bruins, Habs, Sabres, Leafs, Avs, Red Wings, Penguins, Flames, Blackhawks, Rangers and Kings. QUE?!
I have no idea what happened. First of all, the game was STELLAR, and it was nice to see Cheech and JR score since I hadn't seen them do that yet.
Most of the night was actually me dealing with douchey Ducks fans. Which ALWAYS happens when I go to Anaheim! Last time I was there, I got checked into a trashcan made of STONE by a drunk guy in his 40s who screamed "YOU'LL CHOKE IN THE PLAYOFFS!" Thanks for the bruises!
Ducks fans, just as classless as ever. Before the game even started and Lauren and I were sitting behind the Sharks bench waiting for the warmups to start and we got chased out of where we were by a couple (not in jerseys or Ducks gear or ANYTHING). Not a problem, those are your seats. But then they started muttering under their breath about "desperate fucking fans" and "they're only hockey players, fucking calm down." UM. WHY ARE YOU SITTING IN THE EXPENSIVE SEATS IF YOU DON'T EVEN CARE. Not to mention, all we were doing was SITTING and WAITING. Asswipes.
Then, when we got to our seats, the guys in front of me (also not in jerseys or identifiable Ducks gear) would NOT. STOP. LEANING. I had to tell them like, 10 times to SIT BACK. I missed a good 20 minutes of play combined behind his big head.
And the family behind me were also not in any gear, but were RUTHLESSLY rooting for Parros and hitting me and Lauren in the head with their boom sticks. At the break between the first and second a group of four 10 year olds starting chirping at me while I was waiting for Lauren to buy a soda. I just stared at them. GUYS! I CAN GROW A BETTER MUSTACHE THAN YOU CAN RIGHT NOW. GO GET POTTY TRAINED!
And at the huge brawl in the end? People were throwing bottles onto the ice. One person threw a full soda, which exploded on a ref. And then the beer bottles started flying at the Sharks line (when they were congratulating Boosh), and one person hit Danny Boyle in the head with it. WHAT THE FUCK?! PLEASE DON'T MAIM OUR PLAYERS BECAUSE YOU ARE ANGRY YOU HAVE A TEAM FILLED WITH PREMATURELY BALDING GOONS.
Then I got booed on the way out (which is to be expected, I don't really care) and told we would get a first round exit. HELLO. SECOND ROUND. IF YOU'RE GOING TO CHIRP US, AT LEAST DO IT RIGHT. I politely reminded the man that it was not 2007 anymore, and that he should concern himself with having a postseason before he gets on our case about choking. He did not like that.
NONETHELESS, I had A LOT A LOT A LOT OF FUN! And I'm happy that we won.
You stay classy, Anaheim. Glad that we could piss you off so royally at home. :D
Too bad they didn't catch the bottles flying. AND GROSSSSS DUCKS ANNOUNCERS.
Click to viewOther randomness of note: the amount of Non-Sharks and Non-Ducks jerseys!
I made a list. I saw the following jerseys:
Bruins, Habs, Sabres, Leafs, Avs, Red Wings, Penguins, Flames, Blackhawks, Rangers and Kings. QUE?!