Wednesday, October 21, 2009

What were you doing at exactly 8:00 pm on Wednesday night....

I was watching them drop the puck to start the 2nd period at the Wild game, sitting in section 104, row 2, seat 15. The owner of the company I work for has season tickets, and when he can't make it, they have a drawing. They have drawings for all kinds of sporting events, and after a year and a half, I finally won. Jonathan got to see his first professional hockey game, and I got to see a pro hockey game since the North Stars played at the Met Center.

The highlight from the first period. This buy, Boogaard, who's bigger than a moose, squared off with this guy from the Avalanche. I swear, after they dropped gloves, it was about a full minute before the first punch was thrown. The refs just sat and watched as they circled around like a couple of dancers.

4.9 seconds, that's 4 point 9, left in the game, a 2-2 tie, and the glass directly in front of the announcer gets shattered during a vicious body check. Took about 15 minutes for them to clean up the mess and put in a new pane.

Another highlight---a woman 2 rows behind us took a puck that came fluttering over the glass in the right temple. For crying out loud, by the response---a bunch of ushers and eventually some EMT's---you would have thought she took a Bobby Hull slapshot right between the eyes.

The Wild pretty much dominated the first period, led 1-0; they stunk in the 2nd period, down 2-1; tied it up with about 5 minutes left in the third; and eventually won it in the shootout, when Koivu was the only player to score out of the 6 attempts.

It was a very enjoyable evening, and being able to share it with Jonathan was a big part of it. I did get a little stiff in the neck having to look almost straight up to see the videos on the scoreboard.


  1. Thanks for sending your North Stars to Dallas for me, its appreciated.

    Stupendous seating btw.

  2. Back in the day when I was working the scoreboard at the Metrodome I was invited to try out for a cameraman position at the old Met Center for the North Stars. I was part of a group of guys that showed up for the audition, a North Stars pre-season game. Each period I moved to a different camera, listening to the director in my headset. Eventually I was down at ice level with Camera 5, a shoulder mounted unit, positioned in a corner behind the goal and up against the glass. Sure enough, Keith Acton came sweeping into my corner after a loose puck, a St. Louis Blue, I believe, in hot pursuit. "Get 'em, Camera 5," the director said, and I expertly framed the shot and followed the players and the puck as they swept around behind the net and into the opposite corner, my eye glued to the camera's eye-piece. Hence, I was unaware that Willi Plett was just about to slam another Blue into the glass, six inches from my head. "Great shot of the ceiling, Camera 5," the director said.

    I never heard from them again.

  3. Lovely bird, the St. Louis Blue. Beautiful plumage!