Soooo…my boss had offered tickets to the Avalanche-Red Wings playoff game 3. I had been looking for these all day so this pretty much had me elated. I read/add to blogs for the rest of the day arguing w/ Detroit fans. This makes time fly.
Gotta love Red Wings fans! Touting their passion for a team that has imported players from anywhere but N. America for a long time. I guess they have to root for something since their city is such a piece of shit. Why else would they all move here?
Meat and I start out what seems to be a typical night. Dinner at the D, down a few margs, stumble over to the game, pull on the flask. At this point I’m excited like a hippie in Amsterdam. I even buy a new Avs shirt once they let my drunk ass through the turn stalls. We start by going through the motions of standing in the beer line. Like I need more at this point, butI’m not a pioneer on the idea of one more beer……
As we arrive in our section, I notice that we are completely surrounded by none other than an entire section of white and red. This can’t be good. Avs draw first blood and take the early lead. This gives me a little room to start beaking off. Shortly after, the lead was taken away, we wouldn’t get it back for the rest of the game. I resort to third grade behaviour at this point. We meet up with a friend and his dad, take a few tekillya shots backed by a couple beers……..things start to blur. We return to our seats and I realize I cannot stand these plugs sitting around me. “Does it smell like propane? Or is that just me?”
Only in Detroit. I start chriping…….as we all know how I love to do. I raise a scene such that the usher has to scold me. I calm down for a few, but it didn’t take long before I was right back at it.
Well, the game ends with unfavorable results. I am drunk and unhappy. As anyone that knows me very well, this is not a good combo. I put 2+2 together and realize I have beer in my hand and it has the ability to be thrown into someone’s face. Funny part is in hindsight the guy was trying to make peace with me. Well, that was short lived. Turns out this action doesn’t settle well, and by not settling well I mean with the entire section. GroundZero tries diving after me through Meat. Basically a fucking melee that somehow has me utterly amused. God I love to pull the trigger. Somewhere in the middle of this I remember a few things:
- Pushing a lot of people off me…ended up shoving someone down the section…oops.
- Getting elbowed in the face by a chick(that’s the extent of the injury report)
- Meat holding a guy in a headlock.
- Lots of screaming and yelling
- Laughing
This goes on for a little while before the usher decides to step in and give us an escort outta there. Probably a good thing. I run into a few people I know….Colorado is small…I give the victory face and affirm my maturity level
you are such a lifeless waste