For those of you who know us, you know we can be kinda ridiculous at times.....well, let me rephrase that, Geoff can be kinda ridiculous.
I was trying to take a nice picture and this is what I have to deal with.......
Yes, Geoff is wearing a hockey jersey with the Canadian flag on it. TRAITOR.
Granted, this isn't my favorite photo of myself since I was trying to take the picture and get us both in frame, so I have kinda a weird expression, but it was just too good not to post. haha :D
We were given tickets to the Winterhawks game from Geoff's aunt Judi for Christmas and had a blast.
(Also, before I forget, THANKS JUDI!)
Geoff has a bit of a head cold (if you ask him he's dying) but we couldn't turn down the game. We had awesome seats --- practically right on the ice --- the Hawks won in overtime, and we got to enjoy getting out of the house. Yes, getting out of the house is a big thing for us. Don't make a big thing out of it.
Yes, this is very blurry. Geoff sucks.
Who knows what next week will bring. I'm co-hosting my sister Lori's baby shower so I'm sure there will be lots of photos from that. It will be pretty legendary (make sure you say "lengendary" like this)
Oh, and don't be disappointed when Geoff lies to you and say's we'll do a picture before the weekend because we all know that won't likely happen. Especially since Geoff and I barely see each other during the week, and when I do see him he's asleep.
Well, 2011 may only have one day on the books but it's already eventful. New Years 2011 is, by far, one of the most memorable starts to the year in recent memory. And it happened like this:
Every year the Portland Winterhawks hockey team holds a New Years Eve game to ring in the new year. Katie and I have gone for the last couple of years. They're fun, the game is usually good and it gets us out of the house without going to a lame party or drinking ourselves stupid.
(Note to all of my friends: I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, your parties aren't lame. Really).
This year's game was against the Seattle Thunderbirds, a bitter rival, and while there was plenty of the violence that you'd expect at a hockey game:
Exhibit A:
There was also plenty of the violence that you didn't.
The refs in the game were (admittedly) not very good, and called penalty after penalty against Portland. I’ll save you all the technical mumbo-jumbo for all you non-hockeyists out there, but needless to say when the sixth penalty was called against Portland (with NONE against Seattle) the crowd was starting to get a bit upset, and when game ending whistle blew fans were so upset that they started pelting Seattle’s goaltender with garbage.
Yeah. Half-drunk sodas, nacho baskets, beer... it was all thrown at the players at the end of the game, and when one of Seattle’s players was invited back out onto the ice for a special award he refused to come out.
Hockey fans are known for being a bit... extreme, but I’ve never known people to be so upset that they pelted players with garbage.
The fans anger even managed to make it onto the Internet with the official Winterhawks blog and The Oregonian commenting on it.
Then there was the MAX ride home, where a group of pissed off drunk 15-year-old girls were in the middle of a screaming match with a group of transvestites on their way downtown. It was pretty ugly, and disgusting, and lasted most of the way through Portland.
I’m not one to shove my opinions down people’s throat, but I think we can all agree that it’s wrong to scream at complete strangers just because you disagree with them. They aren’t hurting you. It doesn’t affect you. Just let them wear their fishnet stockings. Shut up.
Anyway that brought a pretty substantial downer feeling to the evening and much of the MAX ride was taken in silence until we left Portland city limits.
Nothing like a little homophobic bigotry to bring down an evening
We ended up counting down the new year in a parking lot just off the MAX in Beaverton. It was a memorable start to 2011 to say the least.
Here’s hoping that 2011 is a bit less... aggressive, but just as memorable.
