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Long Island (Day 3): The Saga (Coyotes@Islanders)

Long Island, NY If I learned anything from the Coyotes/Islanders game at Nassau Coliseum, it was that I can now completely understand why the Isles are at a loss for fans. Now don’t get huffy! This has nothing to do with the team itself, the fans, or even the questionable moves made by the front office (which can only suggest that the organization itself is a bit messed up at multiple levels). No, the problem with the Islanders is quite simply Long Island. Instead of presenting a well thought out argument to try and convince you of this fact, I will simply present the events of my journey to and from the game that fateful Saturday.

My first visit to the worst arena in the league (a.k.a. Nassau Coliseum) was back in March of the 2008-09 season. This visit was part of my “Mystical Six Game Road Trip,” which took me to Boston, Buffalo, Long Island, Detroit, and Newark over a span of eleven days. Despite the arena, my first Long Island experience was not as unpleasant as it was this time, though even then I remember encountering horrible hotels, and extremely rude people. I remember walking into that Marriott across from the arena when a guy came up behind me and said, “Now that ass needs to get f***ed!” This was pre-Korea, so I was likely very offended by this statement at the time. However, what I would learn this time around was that my experience last time wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been because I had the luxury of my car (then, Lupie RIP) to keep me from the majority of the unpleasantness that is Long Island. This time I would experience Long Island the way a New Yorker would, and, quite frankly, I don’t blame any of them for staying away.

The day began at Michelle’s house, a (normally) twenty minute bus ride from Manhattan. As Michelle would learn firsthand, there is a reason I’m called PSYCHO (Puck/Hockey) Lady, and that reason is that I will go absolutely postal if anyone or anything stands in the way of me and a hockey game. Game day is usually a fairly anxious time, and while most New York area residents tend to plan their commute to the minute, I, however, don’t care for it. We crunched the numbers several times, but I didn’t trust the punctuality of the New York transit line. We decided to leave three hours earlier than the time we wanted to be there. We ended up being twenty minutes late! Luckily that was still forty minutes before puck drop! And we thought we’d have a lot of time to kill…

The bus, for some reason, decided to take an hour to get to Manhattan. Apparently in New York more people drive on Saturday than during the week. From there we took a dizzying amount of trains and subways. The journey lasted what seemed like forever. By the time we arrived at the train station in Long Island, we were already late, and I was a ticking time bomb ready to explode on the next unsuspecting civilian. That unlucky person was a Long Island taxi driver parked outside Hempstead station. I’m not what you would call a patient person. I don’t like to be kept waiting, and I especially don’t like to be kept waiting when I’m already supposed to be at the rink. The super-douche decided to keep us waiting because he wanted to wait until some other game goers came along to fill the cab so he could charge us more money. Well… seeing that we were in Long Island and Islanders attendance is low, I knew there was more than a slight chance that two extra fans would be hard to find. Naturally, I had something to say (read: yell) about this to not only the cunty taxi driver (pardon my French), but also to some fans that were just standing around completely oblivious, and, in other words, not in the cab so we could get moving. However, it wasn’t until the driver said, “The game isn’t until 7, you have plenty of time still,” that I really threw a shit storm. If you don’t want to have your throat ripped out through your ass, hockey land, then don’t ever, EVER, say those words to me – EVER! I travel far and wide for the unique game experience at hockey arenas the world over. If I’m not there when the gates open, I feel like I’m missing out on something, and thusly, not getting the most for my efforts. Don’t ever cross me!

Twenty minutes, and a bus ride later, we were finally at Nassau Coliseum. Yup, still shitty, just as I remembered it! Michelle and I had a bit of a surprise when we learned our seats were actually on the glass behind the Phoenix bench. I was under the impression they were located somewhere in the section next to the visiting bench….yikes… Luckily the game wasn’t as awkward as it could have been. It was kind of nice to see Phoenix play again. It had been nearly eleven months since our last encounter in Detroit last January. Hell, I’ve seen their farm team play more recently! The Coyotes even won that game! The only one they would win on the entire road trip. Two points to the Psycho Lady! Also, I had nearly forgotten about the ornament to the Coyotes bench, and by that I mean Taylor Pyatt. Bambi has a message for you, Pyatt, click here to read it! The other ornament, however, I could hardly forget. I’m of course referring to Vice Coach DILF, Ulf Samuelsson. I know some of you were upset that he was blocking my camera time, but I certainly didn’t mind! Oh, I should mention that, according to the Islanders fans, I’m apparently still married to one of the Phoenix Coyotes. Some things never change, eh?

After the game we waited, and waited, and waited for a bus to take us back to the train station. Someone was going to die if I attempted the Long Island taxi system again. Since the bus took a lifetime to come, we must have missed the first train out, and were stuck in a horrible part of town in the middle of the night. The train station was closed, and so we found refuge in some grease pit of a restaurant a block away so as not to freeze to death. We ordered some food after some local drag queens had their meals sorted out. I’d like to point out that they looked much better than this one! The Adam’s Apple is too obvious in this one. However, our meal would not go peacefully.

I wasn’t one bite into my gyro before two shady characters spotted me through the window, and came into the restaurant to “hit on” me for the next twenty minutes. I use quotation marks because it didn’t feel like flirting it felt more like intimidation tactics. The restaurant owner was clearly put off by their presence and asked them to leave to no avail. One of the men got really angry because the owner asked him not to bother me. Now, I’ve just come back from Korea. For the last seven months cars following me home, pimps offering me work, and men trying to break into my apartment were my everyday realities. I don’t scare or intimidate easily, but the forcefulness in the tone this guy used on the owner put me on high alert. If I had to describe it, I would liken it to the way a bank robber (or the like) would address the hostages he had corralled onto the floor.

I decided it was best not to show any unease over the situation. Michelle was taking the don’t-look-up-don’t-make-eye-contact approach. I needed to come up with a fake but real identity to get out without any problems. I had already asserted that I was en route to the airport. I decided to maintain that I was this pig I went to high school with. I’ve seen some pretty ridiculous shit from jealous women writing this blog alone, but in high school this girl definitely took the cake. The girl’s beef with me was that people often confused us for one another – from the back no less. She decided to make it her mission in life to convince people that I was always trying to copy her look, and basically wanted to be her. Here’s what makes the story amusing. We went to a Catholic high school, which means we wore the same short skirts, and knee high socks, and shirts as all the other girls in that school. I guess I wasn’t aware that wearing your hair in a ponytail (on most days) was a hairstyle she had patented and alone could use. What’s even funnier still is that she’s a quadruplet and has two other sisters that actually look EXACTLY like her. You think she wouldn’t be so sensitive. I should also note that this actually caused more problems for me than it should have because people are irrational in high school. Anyway, I finally fulfilled my lifelong fantasy of being this girl while I was with these two questionable hoodlums, and I was more than willing to make sure they got the spelling of her last name just right when they basically threatened to not let me leave unless I gave them my phone number or Facebook – tee hee! Now you get yours, pig!

Satisfied with the acquisition of the train wrecked gopher’s Facebook, Michelle and I were finally able to escape to the safety of the train station. It was after two in the morning when we finally got back to Michelle’s place. Doing a multiple hour commute for a losing hockey team in a vile arena is just not appealing. Sure, if you live in Long Island, then I feel like you don’t have much of an excuse not to show up, especially when you can get tickets for nothing. However, I can understand why those living on the outskirts would be quick to find other forms of entertainment. Think about it. In terms of the three New York area teams, the Islanders come up short. In Manhattan the Rangers offer hockey lovers the prestige and history that comes with an Original Six franchise. In Newark, the Devils offer fans a swanky new arena, which always makes the atmosphere on game day a lot better. Also, both Prudential Center and Madison Square Garden are convenient to get to by public trans. What do the Islanders offer? Not much! And that arena is absolutely annihilating them. Do I smell Toronto’s second team on the horizon?

Right from when I woke up that morning the air felt heavy and ominous. I was all too familiar with this feeling. It was the same feeling I had prior to some of my other more unfortunate hockey excursions like St. Louis, Colorado, and Detroit last season. It’s that feeling you get when you know something bad or significant is about to happen. Truthfully, I began to feel this way while I was watching the Rangers/Coyotes game in that restaurant in Manhattan two days before. So, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised by the unpleasant series of events that day. The question is was there some deeper meaning as to why this game went go so badly? I found myself wondering if it was time to put Phoenix behind me for good.

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4 Responses to Long Island (Day 3): The Saga (Coyotes@Islanders)

  1. Matty Ice says:

    Why don’t you try visiting the other parts of Long Island before you paint the whole Island as a shit hole. There’s a reason why plenty of Islanders continue to have homes here after they leave. Check out areas like Garden City….you know, not just the 5 block area around the 40 year old arena.

  2. Psycho Lady says:

    Spoken like a true Islander. My point is proven. In case of illiteracy, I’ll point out that this was a review of my HOCKEY experience, and not a tourists guide to Long Island. I thought that much was pretty clear. And for the record, I spent a good chunk of time in Garden City on my previous visit, and it was more than uninspiring to say the least.

  3. There’s a reason Long Islanders move to Florida…Also, they aren’t going to hockey games because they can’t afford it. LI is way too overpriced. I have family there. It’s a terrible place.

  4. Sean says:

    You should try and visit suffolk county which is more spread out and has nicer towns to visit. That whole area by the coliseum uniondale, hempstead is a dump and you have a lot of shady people and characters around there. The train and bus station you are always gonna those types of people. Coliseum is a dump and the county officials know it also but Wang that owns the islanders had a nice development and it was shot down by politics as usual on long island. He was gonna fund the whole project and better the area but people are stupid in nassau county. Our arena is embarrassing and fans are tired of the political bs.

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