what do you mean, "that seems quick"? you weren't suffering through each day of the off-season too, buoyed only by the hockey hall of fame's stanley cup blog and the fact that hockey tidbits qualify as front page news over at the detroit free press's website?
anyhoo, a couple weeks ago the girls saddled up and headed to the motherland for our annual pilgrimmage of mullets, canadian beer, and swedes. ah, the motherland, where joe louis's fist stands as a proud symbol, where defrocked mayors with ankle-tethers refuse to leave office, and where canada's national health care and age-18 drinking limit shine like a beacon across the river. sweet, sweet detroit.
we started the trip with our usual - a pilgrimage to joe louis arena to see our boys. in a serious lapse in judgment, we stopped before the game to pound fists with iron joe and channel the spirit of detroit. bad call. just like the last time we did that, our boys did not fare so well in the game to come.
nonetheless, we couldn't really be angry they lost. because this was no average game. this, my dears, was the season home opener - with stanley cup banner raising and trophy ceremony that we had second row seats to! (are you hyperventilating just a little yet? i am.)
it was basically the best thing ever. hockey greats were in the house, everyone was proud and happy, and i might have teared up a bit when gordie howe handed the banner to nick lidstrom.
in the immortal words of Handsome Boy Modeling School, oh my god, they're gorgeous.
they had the lights down so this picture sucks but that's gordie howe and ted lindsay. awesome.
even with the crap outcome, the game was great. the second row put us in spitting distance of the ice, in touching distance of the best hockey haircut ever (sixer of labatts tall boys to whoever does that to their hair for the trip next year), and in taunting distance of the opposing penalty box. we may have gotten yelled at for taunting this guy. apparently they don't like it when you harass the caged idiots. the ones on the ice are fine to taunt.
best. hair. ever.
reach out and touch the penalty box.
my future second husband.
after the hockey, we spent the rest of our long weekend enjoying the unseasonably warm (75F!) fall weather, drinking beer, eating cider donuts, and being lazy by the lake.
as a matter of fact we did wear hockey sweaters any chance we could get all weekend long.
we also saw the worst michigan football game ever. we won't speak of it again, but let's just say thank god for bigass beers and getting a suntan at the game.
in between everything else, we kept drinking labatts, ate some good food, and came up with the best drunken revision to the rules of trivial pursuit ever. seriously? revolutionary.
yes, michigan indeed.