Died in the Shootout

Yesterday was day one of my week's holiday. Anne and Charley drove me to town to catch the Island Link to Vancouver. Bags in tow, I finally arrived in Vancouver shortly after 3:00PM. I was the only person on the shuttle and he was kind enough to drop me off at Keira's office. We hopped a taxi home, quickly changed and headed to Wings. Such a treat. Not only did we have the pleasure of Brock's company, we ate 3 pounds of wings between the three of us. Louisiana Sweet, Greek and Honey Garlic. Yummy. Brock had to rush off to class. Keira and I headed to what I thought was going to be a movie at Tinseltown. She sure had me fooled. She took me to a Vancouver Canucks game at GM Place. They played the San Jose Sharks. It has been over twenty years since I had seen a Canucks game. The last one was at the Coliseum's and I have no memory of that one. The bleachers were packed, the beer was cold, the music rocked and in spite of my neutral attitude towards hockey, I thoroughly enjoyed myself! I dislike watching hockey on TV for no other reason than I can't stand hearing the commentary during the game. Seeing a game live is a different kettle of fish all together. I love the silence as you watch the game, anticipating the choice of music during face-off, the crowd enthusiasm, the lights, and the whole atmosphere. Yes...if given a chance, I will gladly go to another game. Thank you, Keira!