Friday, April 3, 2009
I've only got one other "Visiting Team Go Ef Yourself" hockey experience under my belt. Of course, that was in Philly. Funny Story actually.
December 22nd, 2007. Sabres vs. Flyers at the Wachovia Center. This was back, you know, when the Sabres were really good.
Intermission, winding my way through obnoxious South Philly blowholes plowing through their crab fries, yelling "Buffalo sucks, O'Doyle Rules" as naturally I was wearing my Ryan Miller jersey. Frankly, I just wanted to piss.
Eventually I found the inevitable line full of drunkards at a Philly sports event (take note that I am also a Phillies fan, so I'm 1/3 this fan). There were more Primeau, Roenick, and Lindros jerseys than you'd ever seen in one place before. I took the standard abuse, absorbed and deflected.
So I'm finally at the urinal, unleashing the fury of a broken seal on the urinal cake, watching erosion take its course. Well I was, that is, until a guy, of course with a hint of Natural Light and cheese steak on his breath, puts a hand on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, so close I could feel the warmth of his sweet nothings on my neck.
He whispered, ever so softly, so gently, "I bet Ryan Miller sits down to piss." I immediately tucked him away, zipped 'er up (as I'm sorry, but you simply don't touch another man while he drains the trouser snake), left, got another beer, then got in another line.
Silver lining? Sabres won that game 6-5.
My cousin, whom was sitting with others in another section, braved the upper decks wearing Sabres gear. Among the most notable slurs, cockface, is now a venerable character on Rock Band. I suppose we're lucky we managed to avoid the crucifixion.
So tell me people, as hockey fans we've all made the crusade to another city to cheer on our boys, got any stories? Let's hear em.