Hamiltonians have weak bladders?
First thing's first.....GO LEAFS GO!
I'm the first to admit, the whole NHL lockout was a ridiculous farce, with the players ending up with less than they started with, but it was a necessary evil to correct a system spinning out of control. Regardless of the hooplah of last season, I am anxiously awaiting the start of the new season and anticipating a sucessful year for my team- the Toronto Maple Leafs, and on a lesser scale - the Calgary Flames.
Having just returned from a pre-season Toronto-Boston game at a rare Hamilton venue, my hockey appetite is sufficiently whet. Although my favorite player- Tie Domi- did not take to the ice, I got to watch the talents of the new roster showcased effectively in a 5-0 shut-out.
My beef is with the unbelievable classlessness (is that even a word?) of Hamiltonians. I am one, so I qualify this statement by saying it is obviously a generalization and not meant to apply to one and all, but in this instance to the majority of those in attendance at the game. Not only did they collectively begin to boo the U.S. National Anthem (ok, granted it was being sung by a warbling Michael Burgess- of whom I'm not fond either), but I have never seen a bunch of bandwagon fans who were less interested in the game they had paid money to watch. Thankfully, the mild applause at the end of the Stars & Stripes was somewhat redeeming. That said, it was a good thing that the tickets were only $38 rather than the normal game prices at the ACC in Toronto, because the so-called fans spent most of their time running between concession stands and the washrooms and missed half the game, causing those of us who were actually watching to be interrupted every two minutes to stand up and let them out of the row.
The two gentlemen (and I use the term quite loosely) who were seated beside me, didn't even have the courtesy to show up until half way through the first period. No sooner had their asses touched the seats, they were off to the concession stand to double-fist foul smelling beer from plastic cups, spilling it all over the floor in the process. Repeated bathroom runs started in the second period. The icing on the cake was when these "gentlemen" caused us to miss the final goal of the period. Replays are just not the same when you PAID MONEY TO SEE IT LIVE! So when they got up one last time at 1:34 left in the game I just shook my head. If you hadn't seen the beginning of the game, why wait to see the end I suppose.....
The funny part was they were in the majority. I never knew that Hamiltonians had such weak bladders. I guess I should feel sorry for them...they'll never know what a great game it actually was for those of us true fans who savored every minute.
I'm the first to admit, the whole NHL lockout was a ridiculous farce, with the players ending up with less than they started with, but it was a necessary evil to correct a system spinning out of control. Regardless of the hooplah of last season, I am anxiously awaiting the start of the new season and anticipating a sucessful year for my team- the Toronto Maple Leafs, and on a lesser scale - the Calgary Flames.
Having just returned from a pre-season Toronto-Boston game at a rare Hamilton venue, my hockey appetite is sufficiently whet. Although my favorite player- Tie Domi- did not take to the ice, I got to watch the talents of the new roster showcased effectively in a 5-0 shut-out.
My beef is with the unbelievable classlessness (is that even a word?) of Hamiltonians. I am one, so I qualify this statement by saying it is obviously a generalization and not meant to apply to one and all, but in this instance to the majority of those in attendance at the game. Not only did they collectively begin to boo the U.S. National Anthem (ok, granted it was being sung by a warbling Michael Burgess- of whom I'm not fond either), but I have never seen a bunch of bandwagon fans who were less interested in the game they had paid money to watch. Thankfully, the mild applause at the end of the Stars & Stripes was somewhat redeeming. That said, it was a good thing that the tickets were only $38 rather than the normal game prices at the ACC in Toronto, because the so-called fans spent most of their time running between concession stands and the washrooms and missed half the game, causing those of us who were actually watching to be interrupted every two minutes to stand up and let them out of the row.
The two gentlemen (and I use the term quite loosely) who were seated beside me, didn't even have the courtesy to show up until half way through the first period. No sooner had their asses touched the seats, they were off to the concession stand to double-fist foul smelling beer from plastic cups, spilling it all over the floor in the process. Repeated bathroom runs started in the second period. The icing on the cake was when these "gentlemen" caused us to miss the final goal of the period. Replays are just not the same when you PAID MONEY TO SEE IT LIVE! So when they got up one last time at 1:34 left in the game I just shook my head. If you hadn't seen the beginning of the game, why wait to see the end I suppose.....
The funny part was they were in the majority. I never knew that Hamiltonians had such weak bladders. I guess I should feel sorry for them...they'll never know what a great game it actually was for those of us true fans who savored every minute.
posted by sandboxtoy at 11:28 PM
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