Tonight’s Coyotes loss to the New York Rangers was my first ever game at Madison Square Garden, and I am pleased to announce that I have officially tipped the scales in my efforts to visit all the NHL rinks (for games – it doesn’t count if I’m there for another event). MSG marks my sixteenth current NHL rink visited to date! I know that doesn’t seem overly impressive, but you have to remember that several of those rinks I have visited on multiple occasions!
My first MSG experience was decent for the most part. The rink was OK, but the atmosphere was electric minus the guy sitting next to me who was ACTUALLY sleeping. For the warm up, I had met up with a couple Rangers-Coyotes fans that I had met on Long Island for the Coyotes/Islanders match up a.k.a. game #4 of my mystical six game road trip last season. They kept warning me that the building gets really loud and the fans go crazy, but I still wasn’t prepared for the intensity when the Rangers scored their first goal. The Rangers goal song brought back memories of high school and my few seasons spent as a Kitchener Rangers regular. The Kitchener Rangers, once the New York Rangers farm team, use the same goal song (or at least they did back then). I used to love that song! If I squinted my eyes and looked across the barn, I could have been back home at the Kitchener Memorial Auditorium. I swear I could even feel my virginity being threatened all over again, but that may also have had something to do with the fact that the guy sitting on the other side of me was fully trying to pick me up for the entire sixty minutes of regulation.
After the game, I went out in search of the perfect street meat, and by “street meat” I don’t mean a male hooker. We Torontonians are very particular about our street meat. If you can believe it, my friends and I actually have an inventory of suitable hot dog stands around the city. I have been having a nasty craving for one, but unfortunately, my needs have yet to be satisfied, as I saw something shiny down 42nd and decided to go investigate. My operations led me to an insane gelato bar –you should have seen the flavours! The guy working there decided to start handing me samples of every single flavour, and there must have been at least forty. He said it was his mission to get me drunk. They specialized in alcoholic gelato. I ordered up a large helping so I could get three flavours. It was hard to pick only three when they had flavours like Captain Crunch and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I finally decided on pumpkin, Nutella and toffee, and, my favourite, Jack Daniels and chocolate brownie (you know how I love my whiskey). After I was given my mountain of gelato, another guy working there asked me if I would “model” it for their “website.” I’m not going to tell you the name of the place because I don’t even want to know what these pictures look like, so I don’t want you looking for them. I’m actually QUITE camera shy. Anyway, they had me display my delicious acquisition in a few different locations in the store, and EVENTUALLY I was free to go.
If the walk back to my hotel wasn’t annoying enough with the mountain of gelato melting faster than I could inhale it, the random marriage proposals every ten feet were enough to irritate the hell out of me. Mostly, I found it irritating because I was trying to eat. I had actually said (before I left) that NYC would be the perfect place to find a husband/this Arizona guy. I could easily live here. Alas, tonight the food was more important! And my scale tipping in the weight department didn’t begin with the gelato, it started earlier today when I met up with a friend for lunch and discovered that one of the loves of my life was on the menu – grilled cheese with bacon. I am quite fond of anything that has both cheese and bacon on it! And, naturally, I had to have some raspberry New York style cheesecake for dessert! Ay yi yi! Oh well, real men are chubby chasers!
Anyway, enough about food. I’m getting hungry! I can’t wait to post this entry, go to sleep, and wake up to my next meal! Tonight at the game, I started to see one of my suspicions materialize before my eyes. I suspected that a change of heart on my decision to leave the Coyotes was coming, and I could feel my heart warming to the idea. I’m not saying I’m back with them or anything like that – they didn’t give me anything to work with tonight. But they still have a few games to try to convince me not to leave. I don’t know, I think part of me felt bad for them tonight. It wasn’t because they had their asses handed to them, I was already feeling this call to nurture in the wee minutes of the warm ups. Weird. I guess we’ll see. The mule still lives, and that’s the main point against them.
Speaking of the game, MSG scored big points with me when they played I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor by Arctic Monkeys during the game. Arctic Monkeys are one of my never-embark-on-a-road-trip-without bands, and I greatly associate their music with my hockey misadventures. So, I leave you tonight with the above mentioned song. It’s one of my favourites!
Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making the eyes at you. What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to…