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Monday, March 16th, 2009

Game Day #5 – Coyotes @ Red Wings: Detroit (Day 9)

The following events took place on March 10th, 2009

No, you’re not crazy; there isn’t a Day 8 entry. I spent my off day at home: sleeping, studying, and visiting with my baby cousins. I decided to go to Detroit anyway. I wanted to visit with my friend, Jason. I hadn’t seen him since the last time I went to Milwaukee, which was December 2005! I got my ticket right through the arena box office, so it was nice to only have to buy one seat for a change. The ticket agent asked me which team my “favourite guy” played for! Women always know.

Doing a game-day commute to Detroit was really tight this time around. I had to be in court downtown Toronto at 1:30PM for a speeding ticket I got last season (the most recent installment of the Curse of Grand Rapids). Luckily, I had the points removed and the fine was reduced to $30! I was one of the first to go, so I was able to get out of there around 2PM. I celebrated my speeding ticket victory by speeding all the way to Detroit!

I managed to avoid the GTA rush hour traffic (just barely), and I pulled up at the Ambassador Bridge three hours later (I know, great time!). I was in the longest line waiting to go through customs. You know that line. The line that holds everyone at the booth as long as possible because the security officer in charge is a raging asshole and takes his job way too seriously; yeah, that line. I was starting to panic. The guy in Buffalo was the same way, he was just looking for a bitch slapping. He started yelling at me when I said I was going to Boston for a hockey game! I knew it would look suspicious trying to cross for a hockey game, especially when I just crossed back into Canada the previous morning. They always try to quiz you on the team as well, even though I’m sure they don’t know the answers. When I had crossed the previous Monday, they quizzed me on the Flyers. I knew that stuff inside and out, but I realized as I waited in line that I probably couldn’t answer any specific questions about the Coyotes. Oh no! However, after all that waiting and worrying, I pulled up to the booth, told the guy I was going to the Red Wings game, and that was all he needed to hear. Phew!

I hadn’t been to Joe Louis arena in two and a half years! The building was the site of my first ever NHL road trip taken on my own. It almost felt like I had come full circle, and returned back to where I had started at the beginning of the 2006-07 season. So much had changed. I had changed team alliances, what now appears to be, four times. Though, I don’t really feel like a Coyotes fan. I feel more like a crazy girl that has watched Serendipity too many times. I was missing the Flyers. That game in Boston seven days earlier felt like years ago now. I missed coach, the team, the staff, and the fans!

The arena was empty! It’s crazy what effect the recession has had on an NHL super power like Detroit. The last time I was there, you couldn’t get tickets. Now they were giving them away, and no one was taking them! I finally had one of those frozen drinks from the cocktail wall! Last time I had to pass because I was en route to Nashville later that night. Also, I sat across the ice this time, so the wives didn’t see me and stalk me. Mind you, I’m not blonde anymore, so I probably look like less of a mule-whore, and, thus, less threatening.

There was a glimmer of hope. The Coyotes pushed the game to overtime, but ended up losing their third straight. At least they got a point! I haven’t seen Detroit play live since October, when they came to Toronto for a pre-season game. They are like this big red machine. They look almost impossible to beat! Maybe that’s why they are always leading the league!

I met up with my friend briefly. Nothing was open! And APPARENTLY Detroit is stuck in the ‘70s and there isn’t a smoking by-law. Smoking makes me vicious. It ruins clothes and HAIR and LUNGS! This old smokey bastard was blowing his smoke directly into the face of a baby that couldn’t have been more than a month old. Oh dear! I was vocal. I couldn’t help it! Yes, I publically referred to him as “Smokey Bastard” for all to hear – and they did hear.

There was torrential rain all night long. Entire ramps on the I-75 were flooded. The puddles wrecked my car! I decided to take the tunnel back to Canada to try something new. The Canadian border guard was trying to ask me a lot of questions, but after the smokey bastard, and my tiredness, I was in no mood. I just kept saying, “yeah.” Finally, he gave up.

I drove through the rain the whole way home. I stopped only once to grab an Iced Capp from Tim’s. That used to be my all-nighter drink back in high school. Every morning we’d get off the bus and grab a large one to get through the day. I don’t know how we managed to go to school for 8AM for so many years. I find it a struggle to get to my 10AM classes.

I got home around 4:30AM. I was deliberating the action I needed to take. When was I going to go to Phoenix and was I going to continue on and complete the road trip in New Jersey on Thursday? I had the cards done the day before on New Jersey. I was told to follow my dreams. I eagerly went to bed that night (morning), hoping I would find the answer.

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Monday, March 16th, 2009

Wherefore, Romeo: Long Island (Day 6)

The following events took place on March 7th, 2009

I drove all night. I wish I had that Celine Dion song to accompany me! I finally pulled off somewhere southbound on the I-87 because I thought I was going to drop dead from lack of sleep. I discovered that dancing to Britney and smacking yourself in the face really does perk you up, but only briefly. However, as I pulled up to a shady off-road lodging Mecca consisting of Comfort Inns and HoJos, I perked right up. I think the continuous blackness of hours on the highway at night was killing me; so the street lights must have woken me up. I decided to keep moving.

It was four in the morning and I was about a hundred miles outside of New York City. I stole the wi-fi coming out of the Comfort Inn (this is my new favourite thing to do, stealing wireless signals, I mean; makes me feel like an undercover sketchbag), and finally looked up directions on how to get to Long Island. I also took a half hour break and just screwed around on the computer. I checked my emails, and played around on youtube before heading back off into the night.

Just after 5AM I stopped to clean myself up. The night had done terrible things to my already terrible hair. There was nothing I could do, so I just threw on one of the many hats I found in the trunk of my car. It was a Leafs hat (yikes). I had a few of them floating around the trunk from when I used to work there I guess.

I had a decision to make between the two nearest hotels to Nassau Coliseum. Should I stay with the New Jersey Devils, or at the hotel housing the Phoenix Coyotes? After much deliberation, I went with my instincts which told me to stay with the Devils. I’m glad I did, as it was later revealed that the Coyotes’ hotel was allowing livestock to check in. It would have been a fairly ugly scene if I had a run in with the hideous, blonde, gum-chewing, Chlamydic mule that was lodging at that hotel. Plus, I don’t think I could have handled the smell. The mule factor caused me to cheer for the Islanders the next day.

As soon as I was in the NYC vicinity, I noticed people were starting to get a lot ruder! People at the toll booths were MEAN! As I walked up to the hotel, a guy stopped his car and said, “Now, that ass needs to get fucked!” Umm…what? My mouth seriously dropped to the floor. Sure I’ve heard guys yell things out of cars before, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything that direct before. The guy was hot too…so I didn’t understand. As I continued to the front doors, I wondered what that statement could have meant. Did it mean I looked good (somehow despite no sleep/the evil hat), or could the guy tell by the way I was walking that yes, I did, indeed, need *that?*

As I walked into the hotel, the Devils were congregating. They appeared to be in agreement with the statements made by the guy in the car moments earlier. It was making me paranoid due to the lack of sleep for many, many, many days. I just couldn’t deal with the threatening advances of male desire at that moment. I wanted to cry, and I did cry. Emotional breakdowns #3, 4, 5, 6, 7 all happened consecutively that afternoon. It was a shame because part of me wanted to go to the Devils game. I decided it was best that I shower and sleep instead. I slept all afternoon. I finally woke up around 5PM when the obnoxious Islanders fans were screaming and yelling outside my window after the game.

I decided to go out for a drive and find someplace to eat and a pharmacy to stock up on supplies I was out of – conditioner, water, and facial cleansing cloths (they are a must have road trip item!) I returned to the hotel with my supplies, but no food. I was too lazy. I ordered pizza instead.

I sat around my room that night depressed. I was wondering where my alleged Romeo was hiding, and why I wasn’t at least finding a clue as to what I should do next. I had set out on Monday for a two day excursion to Boston that, come dawn, had stretched to a week. I had never done anything so impulsive before. I had said to my friend, “I feel like I have just bet my whole life on a single hand of poker.” Was I wrong? Was I going to lose everything? Where was he?! I went to bed early, not knowing that, the next day, Nassau Coliseum would provide me with my next big sign.

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Friday, March 13th, 2009

Game Day #2 – Coyotes @ Bruins: Boston II (Day 4)

The following events took place on March 5th, 2009

I woke up Thursday morning determined to find out what this Arizona business was all about! I went gallivanting around Boston, and finally the Coyotes started to appear from the abyss. They are kind of hard to miss! They have the most hideous track suits I’ve ever seen! Of course, I had no idea who any of them were, but the beauty of it was that they didn’t know me either!

It was a beautiful day in Boston; it was hard to believe that just four days earlier there was a brutal snow storm. All the snow had melted and you could walk around outside without freezing your ass off! Since everything happened so suddenly, I had to get my tickets last minute! I was forced to buy a pair! I hate doing that because then I can only sell the extra for $20! (I don’t have the nerve to try to scalp my own tickets!)

Unfortunately, I failed to find any type of clue or sign in Boston. I think I was expecting some type of lightning bolt to show me the way. However, what I did discover was how amusing it is to watch a team wherein the coach is the Prime Madonna and the players not so much. Gretzky apparently only comes out of the locker room 10 seconds or so before every period starts to avoid swarming. Apparently, the glass isn’t a reliable shield? It was kind of nice that he would sign autographs in the dressing room during the intermissions…BUT… the team is struggling…you’d think he should be doing other things in that time… There, I said it, now I don’t have to say it again.

My entire row at TD BankNorth Garden was filled with Canadians. The people on either side of me were from New Brunswick! That was kind of nice. For the Flyers game (two days before) I met a lot of people from Montreal! We Canadians love our hockey road trips! The Coyotes won the game as well, which would prove to be the only game of their entire road trip that didn’t end in defeat! SAD! It was so weird to look down at the bench and see that the uniforms had finally changed! I’d been picturing it for so long, it was like I finally got to a place I never really thought I’d get to.

After the game, I went back to the hotel to pack. My flight was at 7AM, so I had to be up at 4! But of course, my road trip insomnia prevented me from sleeping until 2AM, which would result in hideousness the next day. I was flying back into Buffalo where my Lupie (car) was patiently waiting for his mommy. The Coyotes were in Buffalo that day, so naturally I planned an unexpected stop off at HSBC Arena.

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Wednesday, March 11th, 2009

The stars align: NHL Trade Deadline 2009: Boston II (Day 3)

The following events took place on March 4th, 2009

Warning: belief in the occult required for reading the following entry. Turn back now all good God fearing Christians!

For a year and a half every psychic and clairvoyant I have corresponded with has told me the same thing – my future and my love are in Arizona. So, naturally being a hockey addict, I knew the only thing that would bring me to Arizona was hockey. But why would I (or anyone ahem) just become a Phoenix fan?! I was having the best time in Philly, but I knew that there could be one trade to PHX that would peak my interest enough to lead me to the West.

All the Arizona “signs” started rushing at me with increased regularity over the past three months. Whenever I went to a Flyers game, Arizona was in the cards (I tend to have readings done before I travel – superstition). Some of my regulars (if I have any), might recall that two months ago my poll question was asking if I should stick with Philly or redirect my flight to Phoenix, and that I discuss being uncertain of my future with Philadelphia. Also, during one of my Reiki classes in January, I was receiving a treatment from one of the fellow students when the headline for the trade flashed through my mind. I remember thinking this was funny because even in a deep state of relaxation I still had hockey on the brain. Anyway, I began to fear the trade was imminent, and in my panic had looked up the Phoenix schedule to see what I could pull off if it did go down. Finally, I just accepted it. My Myspace status was “Katrina is ready for Phoenix” back in December and January. I was actually a little excited – Phoenix is hot!

This was my reading from the Saturday before I left for Boston:

Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 08:33:23
Reader: Now is a time to protect yourself. [Re: Day 1 entry]. A man from across the water is coming. He will vie with another for your attention and win. Again I see an Arizona connection for you- You will be inspired by this attention and you will radiate with confidence. You will need to adapt somewhat to all the travel.

Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 13:01:44
Katrina: there are lots of Arizona connections lately. I’m not exactly sure what they mean, but they all surround Philadelphia.

I remember worrying on my way to Boston that the trade would happen just before the Flyers game the next day, but it didn’t. And for some reason, I didn’t feel relieved.

The following day, I left for the airport at noon. My flight was at 7:30PM that night, but I just wanted to get out of Boston. I tried to have my flight moved up, but they were going to charge me more than what I already paid for the flight, so I just decided to stay and do some more studying.

After I finished reading one of my books, I was sitting there thinking that I guess I was lucky that the Phoenix trade didn’t happen, but that that would mean that it was likely to happen in the summer, and to be ready for that. At that exact moment my cell phone went off. My friend was reporting to me that a trade happened. I asked her where, but I already knew the answer. It felt like it took her a million years to respond. I remember thinking to myself, if the trade is to Phoenix, then you make the change, if it’s anywhere else, you stick with Philly. Finally, my phone went off, “Phx.” I jumped out of my seat. “Oh, fuck!” was all I could say. But I didn’t mean it in a “fuck that sucks” kind of way, I meant it in a, “no fucking way, I can’t believe this actually happened” kind of way.

I was overwhelmed for a few moments wondering what I was meant to do. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? How should I read this situation? I had no idea. I started pacing trying to sort all of it out. My friend messaged me again, “They play in Buffalo on Friday!” Suddenly, everything was familiar. I had looked up the schedule months before in anticipation of this moment, and I knew that there was a cluster of games close by, Buffalo being one of them. And so if the Buffalo game is in two days then that road trip must be going on at that moment. I logged onto the Coyotes website from the airport wi-fi, “Next game @ Boston.” The Boston game was scheduled for the next day. I was already in Boston. I couldn’t have asked for a more flawless transition.

In February I started getting really frustrated wondering if I was making a mistake. I thought maybe I should just switch to Phoenix on my own (I can easily research any team. Every team and every building has fans), but I decided against it. I didn’t want to leave behind Coach DILF, and the Flyers, and the craziest hockey fans I have ever seen. The people in Philadelphia are so great to me! So, I decided that if this prophesized trade came about then that would be a sure sign to get onto the right course. Besides, even if I had decided to switch teams that game in Boston would have been the first one I went to anyway! So, the end result would have been exactly the same.

I got on the phone and called up the hotel and asked them to hold a room for me. Then I cancelled my flight, and rebooked for Friday morning. Yes, that would be airline ticket #3 that I wasted on this trip! I ran for the exit, caught the first cab I could see, and asked them to take me downtown as fast as they could.

I didn’t know what I was running to, and it is still unclear. But after all the things that have been revealed to me, I have to at least try to find out what it all means. I’m not the most sane person, but I always say we all need a little crazy. Maybe I’m being led to something, maybe not. All I know is that I am young, and can still afford to be impulsive and adventurous and in many ways destructive. However, in the chance that my destiny really is in Arizona, then it will all be worth it, and I’m sure, looking back, my impulsive dash out of the Boston airport will be viewed as very Bridget Jones and romantic. The worst that can happen is that there is nothing there, and in that case I will always have the story, the legend to tell.

Life is always more exciting when there is a little magic in it.

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Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

Game Day – Flyers @ Bruins: Boston II (Day 2)

The following events took place on March 3rd, 2009

I started the day off determined to make the most of it after the terrible day/night I had the day before. I was idealistic about being a good student, and I brought a stack of books down to the lobby to get through that day. I managed to get through two and a half despite being interrupted by the Flyers. I’d say that’s a win! The highlight for me was when Coach DILF said “hi” to me! Oh my!

My cabbie on the way to TD Banknorth Garden was a Russian, thus we were able to connect on a commonality in hockey. We were discussing the ’72 series, so it was interesting to listen to someone’s perspective from the “enemy camp.” He was hilarious, though he, like so many others, thought it was strange that I was traveling for hockey and didn’t have a boyfriend. He told me that I needed to date a hockey player. This seemed to be a common theme for the remainder of the trip. Some of the people I met at the game that night also felt that I was the perfect candidate to be a “significant other.” I’m not sure any hockey player would have me, though. I’d be the crazy wife that goes on the road undercover in wigs and dark sunglasses to make sure her husband isn’t doing his slutty stretching for the blonde sitting behind the bench in Buffalo!

Anyway, the good news was that my tickets were at the Will Call like the heinous bitch at Ticketmaster promised. So help me if they weren’t! Also, the Flyers won the game, and I had great Philly fans surrounding me on all sides. (P.S. I’m still waiting for those pictures!! psycholadyhockey@hotmail.com)

After the game, I felt like NOT studying. So, I went out drinking with someone I met when I was in town for the last Flyers game! Sangria, bourbon, chocolate beer, and cider don’t mix. I stumbled home quite late, and I think I finally hit the sheets around 4AM. I had to be up early. My plan was to get to the airport as early as possible and see if I could get my 7:30PM flight moved up. Little did I know, I wasn’t going anywhere that day.

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