New York, NY Yesterday it was my sister’s ACTUAL 18th birthday, so I figured what better way to celebrate it than to attempt to step her up with a boy! I’m a nice person – HA! For a couple months now, Nick and I had been talking about setting her up with his cousin, and surprisingly they both agreed to a Dave & Buster’s excursion. It was cute and they even went off and played nice together while the grownups talked politics. Their first dance will go down in history as a random track from the Dance Dance Revolution machine LOL! This was actually my first real time in a Dave & Buster’s. I had been to one in San Diego last season after the Coyotes/Ducks game, but the game room was closed for whatever reason, and some unpleasantness ensued which we shall not discuss here.
Alas, young love wasn’t the only thing budding that night, the Arizona Prophecy decided to come out in full force. Sure, I had been noticing the odd thing since I announced the move to Korea, but it was coming at me from all angles again with Scottsdale and again with the whole love thing. Like I’ve mentioned to death, the AZ Prophecy was about the guy I was allegedly supposed to be with, but, like I also mentioned, I was open to interpretation. However, that morning, I woke up to my mom giving my sister and I birthday bracelets. Apparently, she decided to celebrate my birthday as well seeing as I will be in the Far East when my birthday finally rolls around (Stanley Cup Finals). Mine was a love bracelet, apparently, which I’m all for if it helps me trap the previously described Irish-Australian (Day 1). This bracelet, however, set the tone for the whole day, and now I’m more curious than ever to venture back into the desert.
However, and this is a big however, my friend feels that these “signs” are more like tests; temptations trying to keep me from a new path in life. I’m not really sure if that’s relevant in this situation because no matter what happens, I still plan on going off to Asia in a matter of weeks. While I did say that perhaps something massive would happen to make me stay, I only said that in the spirit that nothing is impossible. But, really, I can’t fathom anything so extreme to bring about this outcome. Truthfully, curiosity is the biggest factor pulling me to Arizona right now. In terms of the Prophecy, it seems kind of pointless for the reasons I just mention. Let’s say the guy is there, well, what can I do about that? Spend a few hours with a total stranger and decide to change my entire life? Not likely even for someone as crazy as I am.
Last season, when the Arizona Prophecy came true, the drama was already hitting catastrophic levels by the…umm…second game (Buffalo). This game was on March 6th, 2009 and the whole thing started on the 4th – that should put things in perspective in terms of how quickly everything intensified. At that point I was already making alternative theories. Maybe this “guy I’m supposed to be with” (by the way I feel all chick flicky when I talk about this, and I’m really not; I’m just the adventurous type) isn’t actually in or connected to Arizona, but perhaps I find him as the result of Phoenix turning me off of the hockey lifestyle that was keeping him away all these years. Yes, even then I was considering that my switch to the Phoenix Coyotes was going to turn sour, and drive me away to the comforting arms of *crosses fingers* an Irish-Australian. Last year, after a particularly intense game in Anaheim, another friend told me that if this was really fate then I can’t change it and I can’t ruin it no matter how hard I try. If you had told me last year that I would be moving to Asia in a matter of months, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. I probably wouldn’t have been able to comprehend a life away from the NHL let alone a new life attempting to escape from it. I guess, really, I just could not have imagined that the matters of Arizona would have gotten this bad so quickly.
Roll the credits…
Most memorable road track: Milwaukee (Admirals) 2005-06!
Tags: anaheim ducks, arizona prophecy, Farewell Tour, love, New York City, Phoenix Coyotes, road trips
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