cur-mudg-eon [ker-muhj-uhn] -noun- a bad tempered, difficult, cantankerous person.
What have I become? I attended the Wild-Bluejackets game last night with the best seats I have had the opportunity to sit in. Fourth row in the corner. I could see Derek Boogaard's pores when he went in for a hit. I could see Brent Burns give sh*t to Clayton Stoner. And the best part is that I was able to buy them for only $25.00 each, as opposed to the $75.00 sticker price. But, alas, the promise of these great seats was not meant to be.
The lower level corner seats at the X are about 8 inches wide. Well maybe not 8 inches, but they're pretty damn narrow. Once I squeezed into my seat I managed to spill my beverage that was sitting in the rickety arm rest/cup holder. Then a big dude sat next to me and dominated the shared arm rest. But I could get past these things; I was here for the hockey, right?
Well, the big dude sitting next to me wasn't at the game for the hockey. He was there for these things, in order of importance to him:
1. Beer and beer refills.
2. Scoping out the crowd for good-looking women.
3. Impressing his buddy with wisdom like "Rolston must still be injured" and the like.
4. Yelling at the ref every time a Wild player was hit.
5. Saying "dude" every third word.
After one period of this I convinced my son that we should move to some open seats somewhere else. We ended up in the corner of the upper deck. List price of these seats: $18.00. Ironic part: they were better than the $75.00 seats. From up there I got a great view of the entire ice, could see plays develop and was able to actually stretch out my legs a bit and relax. And the best part? The fans sitting around me up there knew the game of hockey. These were the real fans, the knowledgeable hockey folk that I love. Not the corporate dudes who are there because they're entertaining some pharmaceutical rep, but people who are there because they ARE HOCKEY FANS.
Maybe I'm just getting older and cranky, but I'd much rather watch the game from my lazy boy, cold beer in hand on TV rather than from the lower bowl. Then again, I'd sit in the upper deck any time and have a blast if the chance arose.