Lets see, where do I even begin with this one…

Well, first, go read this. She inspired me to start it, and there’s no way she’s going to end it.

The first period was a relatively good period of hockey. Sure, we had some bad calls, but those were killed off and the defense were seemingly on their game, not letting any of the 18 shots into the net. I thought we were going to have a good game. As I soon learned, I was wrong…

DUring the first intermission, we made laps around the tiny little stadium that seemed to come to a halt every time we passed an open door, looking for our healthy scratched players, because, well, some of them have nice faces. Looking for suits, we came across TC Cratsenberg chilling alone, his lovely hair all gone, and not even in a suit. Now, I know from experience that if your name is Tyler, and you cut off all your hair, its just a sign you’re about to go downhill from there. And I still can’t figure out why he wasn’t wearing a suit. With the exception of one other scratch, everyone was wearing suits. At that moment, I realized that this game was not going to turn out how we thought it would.

We decided that before we would go back to our seats for the second period, we’d get some ice cream from the Baskin Robbins place, which I really wish our arena had one of. We waited in line for pretty much half of the second period, and somewhere in there we could just hear a mixture of cheering and booing, which meant someone scored, but we couldn’t figure out which team. Luckily it was us, little Kuhn scored a goal! Blake Gal assisted him in that endeavor, so it was a little rookie party down there. It was pretty exciting, halfway through the second period we were winning 1-0, and with Tokarski getting his hot on down in net, it should’ve stayed that way. But of course, they managed to get one into the goal, but it was after the ref blew the whistle (on a call against us, of course), so they took away the goal and gave them a penalty shot. He went, he shot, it went straight into Tokarski. Our group was right at a perfect angle of the goal, and clearly it did not go in. But the refs conferred (one of them wasn’t even on the right side of the ice to see the shot), and they decided that it had gone in even though it definitely hadn’t. Right about then was when things started getting ugly. Tic was ticked, running to the refs to yell about what hadn’t gone into that net, but they just shoved him away and he stood in his net, clearly totally mad about the calls. This was only amplified by the people sitting behind the net, who kept chanting his name, only to end it in a loud, “YOU SUCK!” Oh yeah, you’re right guys. Its not like he has the best GAA in the league (1.93, compared to your goalie’s ninth place average of 2.72), or was the MVP of the entire Memorial Cup. Speaking of, how’s that big trophy treating you? Oh wait… its not. So maybe you should check your facts before telling him how terrible he is. Oh, and, your goalie is ugly, ours is not. ‘Nuff said. They kept tormenting him throughout the game, and obviously it just killed his head in the game and another shot slipped past him at the end of the second. Of course, this was a result of us having a terrible penalty called on us: a double minor on Cowen, the Manchild, for highsticking. First of all, he didn’t do anything deserving of a single penalty, much less a double minor. The chanting started again, and every single Spokane player out there was clearly on edge. So on edge, that little innocent Tyler Johnson started throwing punches after the whistle was blown. Tyler NEVER fights. Clearly, if he’s fighting, something is going wrong. This brought us upon the third intermission, where we tried to find TC because Lilly needed to talk to him (and I wouldn’t mind that too much, no), but every time we passed him he walked really fast, in his tracksuit type thing. You’re a hockey player, not a runner, kid. So that plan failed fast.

AND THEN, THE THIRD PERIOD. Everyone was so on edge by now. Some Tri fans were blowing their mouths, the penalties got so ridiculous that even the players were laughing at them, and the poor Chiefs boys had just given up. They scored a few more times, people got burgers for 5 goals (Chalupas win, btw), and somehow Wahl managed to get tripped and scratch up his jaw, in which he was awarded a 10-minute game misconduct. How in the world do you get a 10-minute game misconduct when you’ve done absolutely nothing?

Now, the part of the third period that made me absolutely lose it was when someone scored, and when the line was skating the ice in celebration, one of the players, Procyshen, I do believe, passed our section and pointed up to our entire group of Chiefs fans and basically told us to shush up. When you bring the fans into it, you know that you’re incredibly unsportsmanlike. I couldn’t believe it, and since one of the people I was sitting next to wouldn’t let me emit my emotions, I sank back into my chair and just let them score and score again. At the end of the game, we all gave our tickets to the two guys in front of us so they could go get burgers or whatever, and they were actually really nice to us and hadn’t spit insults the entire game. They ended up with like, 15 tickets.

We better win tonight, or at least lose respectfully with good reasoning behind the penalties that will probably kill us. If I have nothing to yell about, its a good game. Maybe Tyler will throw punches again.