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.
