Saturday night games in Nashville are always a good time. Being seasoned 300-level ticket holders, the last thing either of us expected was to sit in seats on the glass Saturday night!
It was a beautiful day in Nashville on Saturday. Experiencing 60-degree weather in the middle of January makes hockey in the South super-awesome, even though it is hard to decide what to wear under your jersey. Downtown Nashville is always hopping on Saturday afternoons, and we decided to join the tourists at Robert’s Western World for burgers and beers before the game. If you haven’t had a burger from Robert’s, you should drop everything and go right now. The Enforcer swears by a cheeseburger with sweet potato fries (Because they took the patty melt off the menu. What the hell, Robert’s??), and Jenni Z regularly craves the veggie burger and onion rings.
We headed to the Bridgestone Arena, took our seats high in the third deck, and checked Twitter to see what was going on in the world. The Preds are running a raffle contest right now called the “Golden Giveaway” with proceeds benefitting the Predators Foundation (they do great work in the community). @PREDSident (Sean Henry, President/COO of the Predators) tweeted that he was running a contest for people who posted pictures of their Golden Tickets. We entered, but never expected to win because The Enforcer has terrible karma. Seriously – she must have been really bad in a past life because the girl has never won anything, ever. So, you can imagine our glee when both of our phones buzzed saying that we were winners!
Let me just tell you, it is not easy to run from the third deck to the first floor when the escalators are all going the wrong way! Probably all of the squealing and arm flapping didn’t help, either. We finally made it down to our new seats in row AA, and watched the remainder of warm ups super close-up. We were on the Sens side of the ice, so we were watching the likes of Jason Spezza and Bobby Ryan taking shots.
Clarke MacArthur blows a lot of snot rockets. Seriously gross, dude. Buy some Mucinex or something. *heave* And HOW did we never know about Methot before today???
The game is super-fast when you’re not sitting a mile away from the ice, and you can really see (and hear!) how hard the guys are working to explode down the ice. After all the games we’ve attended, it is still shocking. The hits are crazy when they happen right in front of you, shaking the glass and nearly knocking your beer off the railing. We obsessively took pictures of EVERYTHING. (EV-ERY-DAMN-THING) Lucky for us, Kevin Klein kept setting up for face-offs right in front of us. Good grief, that guy is hot. His wife is a lucky, lucky lady.
Eric Nystrom beat the hell out of Colin Greening and got the crowd really fired up, while Rich Clune stood off to the side smirking.
Shortly thereafter, Mike Fisher (he’s called Hunky in our house) netted one against his old teammates, and the game was all tied up. It’s always great to dance around to our lame goal song (Tim McGraw. Enough said.) when Bobby Ryan is in the house because he is not quiet about how much he hates it. You’re welcome, Bob.
You hear disdainful hockey fans vent about people who hit the glass whenever anything exciting happens during the game and how it is pointless, and stupid, and blah…blah…blah…. Sitting so close to the action though, something just comes over you, and your natural reaction is to bang on the glass until your palms sting. We were so caught up that we didn’t even care that we lost in the shootout. (And this is probably the only time you’ll hear us say that we don’t care that we lost a game.)
We’ll be back in the 300’s tonight. And if you hear either one of us mutter the words “No – really – I like to watch the play set up”, just know that we’re actually dreaming of the front row.