Let’s do this.
We were going to go, but instead we
GOT TICKETS TO A RANGERS GAME!!!!
Not only tickets - good seats! Such good seats that we could walk right down to the ice and see them warm up!! I’m not gonna lie, I may have cried a little when Henke skated up and smiled at us.
We only get to see the Rangers play the Sharks every two years, so this game was a REALLY BIG DEAL for us. It honestly wasn’t the same without Avery (really, Torts? You had to bench him for this game?) but it was still so fun to see them play live (and up close)!
The Sharks definitely out-skated and out-shot the Rangers, but Lee and I must bring them good luck because after a tense but uneventful overtime period, the Rangers finally won in in a shootout (Wolski’s first goal was a very pleasant surprise, and Duby was less surprising but still so exciting)! It was such a fun time made even sweeter when they won.
It always amazes me how we can find NY sports fans anywhere. Out of our row of nine seats, six of them were filled with Rangers fans. It wasn’t the same as being at MSG, but it was still a really good feeling to be surrounded by other fans! And I have to say, the Sharks fans were very gracious with us - especially since I was on my feet for a lot of the game :-D
Modeling my Heritage Jersey (#16!!!)
Hi Brandon! Hi Derek!
One more - HI, HENRIK!!!
This may or may not have been when I may or may not have started to cry
Celebrating the win
"Because these Rangers play for each other, play the right way, and play the way few teams play, the way few Rangers teams have ever played. And if you have to go for X-rays, wear an ice bag in bed or miss a few games or weeks?
Well, it’s just pain."
Today, I am thankful for hockey.
Well, that just sounds ridiculous.
Whatever. I am thankful for hockey. Specifically, the Rangers. They drive me effing insane, but the Rangers have created some amazing memories for me (along with some agonizing ones).
Hockey is, generally, an awesome sport to watch. And the Rangers are, generally, the best team to watch.**
Especially when you’re ninth row at the OLYMPICS, watching Lundqvist kick Germany’s ass. Or protect Sweden’s ass. You know what I mean.
Especially when you’re curled up at home on a rainy Saturday afternoon, with a fire in the fireplace, cats dozing, watching the Rangers live-streamed from MSG on Center Ice with your husband (the best is when they score and the two of you jump up and shout and high-five and wake up the cats).
Especially when you get to see them live at MSG, which means a trip to McSorely’s* after the game for several drinks, whether they’ve won or lost.
Especially when there’s an EPIC FIST FIGHT (usually involving Avery, although Sauer has been particularly blood-thirsty lately) and the crowd gets on their feet, craning their necks to see who draws first blood.
Especially when they win.
*You knew no Rangers post would be complete without a shout out to McSorely’s, right?
**Mostly when they’re winning, although the team has some of the best personalities in hockey. Personalities that shine especially bright when they are losing.
This is why I love Sean Avery so much.
He just doesn’t give a shit. He will take time out of warming up (or possibly even during a play) to go mock some Flyers fans (or anyone else).
This makes people hate him. I mean really hate him.
On the other hand, it makes people (ahem, me) love him a whole lot, too.
This is the New York Ranger’s current chances of making the playoffs. These guys break my heart every year.
I have never really been a sports fan. I’ve always loved going to see the Yankees, but mostly because my dad would take me to games all the time. He would be there to explain what was happening (or not happening, like that time the game dragged on into the thirteenth inning as we sat in the rain), discretely roll his eyes as I squealed over Derek Jeter (until that time I watched as he scratched himself for, literally, an entire half inning. Nothing screams STD like watching a major league sports star itch his genitals in front of millions), and sneak me beer out of the plastic bottles while I was still underage. He also taught me that a good fan never leaves till the game is over (even if the Yankees are losing 0-11 in the bottom of the ninth, it’s freezing, and his daughter is whining).
When I went to college, I learned all about the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, which is completely ridiculous, by the way, especially now that the curse has been broken and all that, but anyway, people do not mess around when it comes to home team loyalties. I have literally seen good friends come to blows over this shit. So, even though I wasn’t really all that into baseball, I would call up my dad for some one-liners that I could throw at my Red Sox fan friends (my favorite one is, “the Red Sox are like Daylight Savings - Spring ahead, Fall back”). It was always sort of half-hearted, though. I mean, it’s just a game, right?
Until I discovered (and by discovered I mean married a rabid fan of) hockey. Specifically, I fell in love with the New York Rangers. Two things you should know:
1. When I fall in love, I fall hard.
2. The Rangers have potential, but all in all they aren’t very good.
There is nothing as infuriating as loving someone (or in this case, plural someones) you believe in, only to have them let you down over and over again. This frustration can turn me from mild-mannered to the Angry Hulk in the time span of one period. I have shouted curses at the Rangers that would shame a trucker. I have thrown things at the television at 10AM (we bought the Center Ice package so we could stream games from MSG) and scared my husband and my cats. Lee said he knew I was a true fan when, in the middle of a particularly dismal showing against the Sharks, I turned to him and said, “they don’t even deserve to win.” I have said “I hate you.” I have cried. I have done all of the things people do in horrible relationships. And yet every game, I find myself obsessively following their tweets (at least when the game starts at 7PM EST and I can’t get home until the 3rd period) to see what is happening. I feel a void every year when the season is over. And I know, even though they probably won’t make the playoffs (or that they won’t get past the first round if they even manage to), that next year, I will have renewed hope that maybe this time, things will be better.
via Sports Club Stats
A little Sean Avery bitchiness for your Monday morning