Going to the Game

My father is going to be in town tomorrow, and as his christmas present I'm taking him to the game versus the Canucks. My dad has always taken a perverse pleasure in being the guy who roots for the visiting team. It was a tradition in my household to go to the annual Saskatchewan-Ottawa CFL game, just so we could cheer for the roughriders and have no-one know which team we were actually hoping would win. He's often expressed his desire to go to a Habs or Leafs game, if tickets were easier to come by. I'm slightly scared for my Dad's safety if the sens do manage to win the game, because I'm likely to become loud and obnoxious. My safety plan if I come across some irate canucks fans is to run like the dickens and save myself. He doesn't quite have the same turn of speed as I do. But if he happens to die for my transgressions, it will be for a good cause. His sacrifice will cleanse the sens of their sins this year.

I'm going to try and convince him to wear at least my Sens hat, because I'm wearing my jersey. Last time the Sens were here I went in full regalia; Jersey, facepaint, dyed red faux-hawk. We still lost. I don't know if I'll go whole hog this time, but I know that some other people definately will. Last time, there was a guy in a duct-tape and cardboard breastplate and kilt. There were other die-hards in makeup. I managed to sit in a section of GM Place that seemed to be full of sens fans. It was certainly louder on the Sens goal than any of the canucks goals. I think that the ticket agents were clairvoyant and stuck us all in a little corner of the stadium so we wouldn't ruin the experience for all the vancouverites. Maybe I should go buy an air-horn for the goal celebrations, for both teams. Just to confuse people.