There's nothing like an edge-of-your-seat sporting event to get you yelling and screaming. Last night's overtime shoot-out win at the Pirates game was one of those nights when we did a lot of that.
If you're not familiar with the Kids Tracks Pirates Hockey Retro Version, you might not know that my 10-year-old is a big Pirates hockey fan.
It started about three years ago when L.'s friend invited her to her first hockey game. We went and the girls were disturbed with all the fighting and roughness of the game but loved all the yelling and screaming they got to do (obviously something we don't normally encourage indoors, hence it's attraction) at the game. I remember my dad taking me to Bruins games as a kid and thought it was kinda fun to continue the tradition so I bought tickets to a few more games that season.
During one of those late-season games, one of the players was injured (the blood spurting kind that has to later be scraped out of the ice - lots of queeziness in the stands that night!). The girls were really upset and wrote the player a get well card the next day. The player, who turned out back on the ice a few weeks later so it wasn't too serious an injury, sent the girls a thank you card and his player card.
If they weren't hooked on hockey before, there were right then!
So we regularly attend games to cheer on L.'s favorite team (and nope, she has no aspirations to become an ice hockey player, although she tried field hockey for the first time last fall and loved it). We also take photos for Seen Team (I take photos, L. gives out the stickers) and for the past couple of years, we've brought Grandpa along to the games with us.
He and L. talk hockey and have an on-going joke about Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline." L.'s had her various game superstitions through the past few seasons that has kept Grandpa and I entertained -- like the ban on chocolate so the Pirates would beat the Hershey Bears in the playoffs in 2006 (they didn't - she believed it was her and the fudgical's fault), which lead to the 'good luck' consumption of dairy for the Milwaukee Admirals to beat Hershey.
Needless to say, we enjoy Pirates hockey.
Last night at the game L. decided to ponder once again what it would be like to work all the time with your sibling. She thought it could get really annoying sometimes.
Kevin Dineen is the head coach and this season his brother Gord is the assistant coach.
She also spent some time dwelling on her lack of luck with Chuck-a-Puck.
L. won the very first time she bought pucks but hasn't won anything since. If you've never heard of this between-periods activity, check it out in the Retro Version. It's tons of fun.
But one of the things I enjoy most about the Pirates games is that you never know what you'll see while you're there. Last night we saw members of the PSO set up on a stage in the stands to play music before the game and between the first and second periods (we also saw guys in kilts but it is March after all).
PSO ensemble at the game
A while back we saw the Maine Youth Suzuki orchestra play (all 75+ of them set up on the ice to play the National Anthem).
A little culture, a little hockey. It's all good stuff.
I would not have thought being the mother of two daughters, we would all enjoy hockey games so much. But it's great fun -- and about the same cost as a trip to the movies (concessions are much more reasonably priced at the Civic Center).
Plus, there is something to be said for an infusion of socially acceptable screaming to get you - and the kids - through the winter blahs.
Overtime ShootOut
He and L. talk hockey and have an on-going joke about Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline." L.'s had her various game superstitions through the past few seasons that has kept Grandpa and I entertained -- like the ban on chocolate so the Pirates would beat the Hershey Bears in the playoffs in 2006 (they didn't - she believed it was her and the fudgical's fault), which lead to the 'good luck' consumption of dairy for the Milwaukee Admirals to beat Hershey.
Needless to say, we enjoy Pirates hockey.
Last night at the game L. decided to ponder once again what it would be like to work all the time with your sibling. She thought it could get really annoying sometimes.
Kevin Dineen is the head coach and this season his brother Gord is the assistant coach.
She also spent some time dwelling on her lack of luck with Chuck-a-Puck.
L. won the very first time she bought pucks but hasn't won anything since. If you've never heard of this between-periods activity, check it out in the Retro Version. It's tons of fun.
But one of the things I enjoy most about the Pirates games is that you never know what you'll see while you're there. Last night we saw members of the PSO set up on a stage in the stands to play music before the game and between the first and second periods (we also saw guys in kilts but it is March after all).
PSO ensemble at the game
A while back we saw the Maine Youth Suzuki orchestra play (all 75+ of them set up on the ice to play the National Anthem).
A little culture, a little hockey. It's all good stuff.
I would not have thought being the mother of two daughters, we would all enjoy hockey games so much. But it's great fun -- and about the same cost as a trip to the movies (concessions are much more reasonably priced at the Civic Center).
Plus, there is something to be said for an infusion of socially acceptable screaming to get you - and the kids - through the winter blahs.
Overtime ShootOut
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