Every hockey season, I make a vow with myself to go to a game. Every season, I fail in my pledge.
This year, Jamie made sure that I got to one. He put together an outing to see the Islanders vs. the Caps at the Nassau Colosseum.
On the way, I took a wrong turn and we drove by Shea. Or I should say what remains of Shea. I had to step out and take a picture. This wasn't quite as exciting as the time Bill, Rich, and I snuck into the shell of Memorial Stadium but it was still pretty great.
On the way, we had the misfortune of following behind this vehicle. Yikes.
(photo by Jason)
What better way to celebrate MLK Day than to go watch the whitest sport in the world?
The last game I attended was a Caps game in 8th grade as part of a Jewish youth group outing. My friend Jason C and I got stranded at a 7-11 after the game. Stone Groove was none too pleased to get a call from me at 11:30 requesting a ride home from the 7-11. That slurpee tasted fantastic though.
My first faceoff since 1987.
The last time I was at a game, there was no such thing as T-Shirt Launches from the Zamboni.
I didn't take too many action shots. Damn, this game moves real quick like.
Erik snapped this sneaky shot of me and submitted me for "Fan of the Game." I can't believe I didn't win.
Before the game, I couldn't name one current hockey player. Dino Cicarelli doesn't play anymore?
Chris Larry taught me a few things. But the main thing that I needed to learn was that Alex Ovechkin was the only name I needed to know.
Sure enough, he was brilliant. The Caps won 2-1 in overtime. Ovechkin scored both goals.
Caps win! Caps win!
I liked the game a bit even though it clearly wasn't the most scintillating example of NHL action. It almost had the feel of a Tuesday night Royals game. No real excitement from the Islanders or the fans.
Finally, check out the movie from earlier in the day of Jason showing off his good aim at the back of one of the famed Pratt mansions.
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