Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Playoff Hockey in Cincinnati



 We drove like maniacs south in order to hit Cincinnati in time for the first game of the playoffs.  We were just congratulating ourselves on making record time when we hit Cincinnati traffic at 2:30 in the afternoon!  We had to take an alternate route down to the arena, but were still able to find a parking lot downtown and get tickets, into the game before it started.  We had faith in our team by already having booked the hotel for two nights and getting tickets for the final game (because of course they were going to win).  Can I say how much I hate playoff hockey?  I like going to the games, I like when Ferris wins and gets some respect, but I’m a bite your nails type fan.  Once it gets to the playoffs, it’s personal and I have trouble sitting there and watching it.  The game against Colgate was stressful because it stayed within one 
 point the whole game, so you just watch the time and hope that it runs out before someone on their team scores.  The team played well and it was nice to justify getting into the NCAA playoffs even though we didn’t win our division by winning that first game.  John and I moved seats for the second game of the evening which was North Dakota against Wisconsin because we 
 had our same seats, but have you noticed that there is always that group of armchair quarterbacks behind you that have to talk about every play of the game and analyze everything at the top of their voices?  We have had a spate of these very loud men behind us at every venue for some time (starting at the Bob Seger concert where there was one very drunk, very loud guy that just kept yelling “KATMANDU!!!” at the top of his lungs as if Seger is going to hear him on the stage and do it.  Thankfully, it was in the repertoire that night and after it was sung, he left.  But he’s not the only one.  Griffins, Billy Joel, Cincy, GR playoffs for Ferris, everyone caused me to have to grit my teeth and these are men doing all the gabbing that you want them to shut up.  Aren’t men supposed to be the ones that tell their girlfriends to “shut up, I’m watching the game”.  Maybe I should throw that out next time and they could see the irony in it.  I doubt it though because these are always “experts” behind us.  I swear that they should be coaching the Red Wings and I’m sure that no one has just seen their potential or they would have been “discovered” before John and I noticed them….Sorry about the rant.  There will probably be more because sports makes my blood boil in a way that is not normal and I’m aware that I’m most likely to die of a heart attack the next time that Ferris makes it to the Frozen Four or something.  We had some great arena snacks (that’s actually sarcasm) and watched North Dakota and Wisconsin for a while.  It did not look good, these teams were both so fast and so big that I really believed that Ferris was going to get their asses kicked the next day.  Can you imagine the difference in recruiting power between a state school and Ferris?  Like someone passes up Michigan to come to Ferris?  Well, no one passes up Wisconsin either.  So, it looked grim for our boys.  I feel a 5-0 drubbing coming on.  Dinner at Waffle House, because it’s technically the south here and they are open all night where we got to watch everyone pay attention to one tiny little black and white tv that had the Louisville-Kentucky basketball game on.  It was humorous.  Of course, we were the only ones there aware that hockey playoffs were going on in Cincy…

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