I went to a hockey game last weekend between the Manitoba Moose (Meese! aww!) and the Milwaukee Admirals. As it was my first hockey game ever, this was a new and exciting experience! There was a pirate ship and everything!

And a pirate A Capella group that sang the national anthem and a ballad at half-time (probably not the best choice given the audience)

I’m not sure that hockey is my type of game. I couldn’t figure out why they kept exchanging players after only 1 minute of playing (anybody know?). They spent more time climbing over the bench than actually playing.

(Save, goalie, goalie, goalie!)

And the fans are weird too. They take hating the referee to a whole new level and shout things in unison at the announcer. There were two fight, which sent the crowd into ecstasy, even more so than scoring a goal.

In true Wisconsin fashion, there was a two-third-time (what do you call the break if you have three periods?) race by food products, this time cheese:

My favorite part was the PeeWee game during one-third-time where the little tots came out and mostly fell trying to hit the puck. I don’t think anybody scored, but they sure had a lot of fun.

We won the game in overtime (which was NOT the sudden death shoot out that I thought it would be) 2-1. Yay!

It did put me in the mood to watch my favorite movie when I was thirteen: The Mighty Ducks, which can be found, in very poor quality on youtube. Rewatching it as an adult confirmed that it was not as wonderful as I remembered (oh the stilted dialogue!), I may have to start watching Fringe because I still think Joshua Jackson is awesome (even if his prepubescent haircut is absurd), and the Admirals game would have been even better if they had performed “The Flying V.” Maybe next time… 🙂