To paraphrase the original Great One, Jackie Gleason, I had a very good time at the Garden last night watching the Rangers beat the Detroit Red Wings Grand Rapid Griffins 4-2.
After starting out as a bust, the evening got better as it went along. I always get excited when the Detroit Red Wings are in the New York area. Last evening was no exception. Despite the fact that it was a preseason game, I got to the Garden by 4pm hoping for a chance to see some of my heroes of Hockeytown walk in to the Garden for the first time in years.
It was very disappointing to see the Red Wings’ bus pull up after 5pm and go all the way up the ramp, almost out of sight. It meant that myself and an intrepid little band of waiting Wing Nuts saw nothing. Things had gotten off on the wrong foot. After waiting another hour to get inside, the Red Wings warm up roster showed that they were only playing a few of their big stars. No Lidstrom, no Zetterberg, no Osgood and no Draper. At least I got to see Datsyuk, Holmstrom, Maltby and Franzen play. And, no disrespect to Meetch but I cringe every time I see another player wear 14 for the Wings.
When warmups ended, I ambled up to Section 409 to watch the Rangers swarm all over the Red Wings. The first period proved to be a three goal powerplay filled mirage. The Rangers left it all on the ice in the first. The Red Wings out shot the Rangers in the second period in the same fashion as Rangers dominated the Wings in the first. The third period would tell the tale. This is where my evening took a radical turn for the better.
At the start of the third period, two gentleman I didn’t recognize sat down behind me and said hello. I had no idea who these guys were until they identified themselves as fellow HockeyRodent denizens, Pucks and Jason. Lots of my internet acquaintances have come over to see me and I them. This time the meeting triggered a series of events I will not soon forget.
Pucks, who had a bunch of his company’s skybox tickets, asked if we would like to relocate. For the first time ever, yours truly got to experience sitting in a luxury suite at the Garden. I grabbed my husband and my buddy Nick and we all headed off to those plush walls of the rich and famous. The one night I show up in jeans and sneakers and I am going to sit up with the swells. Go figure.
The view was pretty good but the best sight line was in the first row of the box. We were right over the goal. The view is partially obstructed from the main part of the box. There were no beverages or food as this was a preseason game and Pucks’ company had no need to put on the dog. Pucks bade me to caste my eyes to the right. I saw Sather, Messier and Schoenfeld watching the game from that “special” box above all the others in the Garden. I think it’s called the “eyeball”?
The Rangers picked up their game a bit and Valiquette kept Detroit off the board the rest of the way. It was pretty hard to keep one’s mind on the game and take in all sights and perspectives afforded from such an unaffordable accomodation. The third period flew by. Alas, the game was over and the stick salute reticently offered by the Newbie Rangers.
As I turned to thank my host, I saw the incredible sight of Mr. Hockey, Gordie Howe, walking down the corridor past the suite door. I hot footed it out of the suite with the express purpose of meeting Mr. Howe and having him sign my Red Wings cap. Mr. Howe and his son Mark couldn’t have been more gracious. I think it may have surprised Mr. Howe to see an overweight, overexcited middle age woman almost have a coronary just meeting him.
For me, meeting Gordie Howe was akin to meeting His Eminence, the late Cardinal O’Connor. I was honored, humbled and in awe, all at the same time. In the hierarchy of hockey, Gordie Howe is right up there in the College of Hockey Cardinals.
Thanks again to Pucks (Scott) and Jason for an experience I won’t soon forget. You guys rock!
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This post was written by m hurley on September 22, 2009