Hockey season starts today. The Flyers’ preseason
record ended at 3-3-2, so I’m a little concerned. Not as much as if the record
had been 3-5-0, but still.
Ter and I are going to see the team when they visit
Vancouver on March 17. My contact at the office offered me the chance and I
said, Puck it, give me two tickets and I’ll figure out the logistics later. A
Tuesday night two weeks from fiscal year end will be tricky to engineer, but my
office contact is also the branch Director of Finance and if he says I can go
to the game, I can go to the game. He’s such a good guy, he even sold me the
tickets at face value—originally $250 for the pair but when they arrived, he
happily informed me that Philly is no longer considered a premium team so the
price was actually $80 each.
I was crushed.
Then I thought (savagely, I admit), wait a second,
pal—the Canucks sucked worse than Philly last year. Could it be that Vancouver
is no longer the premium team? I felt marginally better until my nephew bought
tickets to see the Calgary Flames and they cost twenty bucks more apiece. WTF???
The Flames didn’t even make the playoffs last year!
%^$#*^&
I console myself with the notion that exhibition games
mean nothing, which is true until the last few when the team rosters are pretty
well set and the final game features the lineup to start the season. Effective
October 8, I embark on fervent affirmations and yoga breathing practice. Basher
the PHI Bear was way ahead of me. Last Sunday, he wanted to participate in the
bedroom bears’ weekly sangha as extra insurance for a successful season, but I
don’t know that his style had the desired effect.
He muscled his way into the circle. Not terribly
Buddhist of him … but that’s hockey.
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