Attention Yinzers: I'm headed your way!

And I come in peace, although calling you yinzers probably doesn't endear me to you.

That's right, the long awaited Pittsburgh roadtrip is upon us! When I bought my tickets back in December, it seemed like April would never arrive, and now suddenly it's here! Yikes! I should be busy packing, but instead I am writing lame posts for the blog.

A few notes about my former life in Pittsburgh:
I lived in Pittsburgh from 96 to 98
I worked at Three Rivers Stadium
I worked at Bruegger's on Murray Ave
I worked delivering motherfucking gift baskets. worst.effing.job.ever. For real.

For the game on Wednesday night:
I am going to win the Gary Roberts jersey
I will be at the glass
Please do not throw things at me unless they are soft or edible
Taking pictures of me after Pens goals or after we lose is fine, it would be an honor to be "stunned"
I don't hate the Pens, I just hate Cindy

Any suggestions about surviving as a Flyers fan in enemy territory are much appreciated (and no, "go fuck yourself" does not count as helpful advice!)

Back from New England...

So I took a little road trip this weekend in celebration of my birthday (which is today by the way but please don't make me lie about my age). I went to Providence on Friday and Bridgeport on Saturday to see my boys play on the road. I mean, really, what would I do without seeing them play for a whole week? Sadly, they lost both games. Happily, players who never score seemed to score in my honor. For example, Bronty had a goal in Friday night's game. I swear to god it was his first of the season.

*runs to check stats*

Okay so he has two goals this year and I would bet the other one was on the road as well because I surely would have remembered that. One thing that I noticed about Bronty this weekend is his leadership. When the ref makes a bad call or something unfair happens on the ice, he is there pleading his case for the team. From what I understand of this weekend's games, there was plenty of bad officiating, and Bronty was there to keep things in line. It is something I admire about him, and hope it will help his hockey career, because he is so very slow on the ice. I feel so bad when he is out there, because he is so big and slow!

Some other notes from the roadtrip:

• I was blown away by the Projo's coverage of the p-Bruins. Articles and pictures!
  
• The Dunk smells like the Big E
• The Dunk has terrible and embarrassing frozen margaritas. The season ticket holders in my section were amazed at the foot tall frozen concoction. I was underwhelmed by the lack of alcohol in it.
• I hate seats behind the players bench. I can't see anything going on!
  
• I hate Connecticut.
• Rhode Island accents are so cute!
• Everyone in Providence was wearing some sort of Red Sox attire
• You snooze you lose on Sigalet bobblehead night
• Steve Regier from the Sound Tigers looks like Prince Charming
  

I guess that is all for now. I did see Heather over in section 103 snapping tons of pictures, but without any alcohol in me, I was not feeling very social. Plus, it was a long way to walk!

Road trips are the best!

Taking a page out of Heather's book, I decided to take a road trip last Saturday to see my Phantoms play the Hershey Bears in the second half of a home and home. The Friday game was a loss, but I was okay with that, since I won Bronty's jersey in the post game auction.

Now mind you, unlike Heather, I don't have hockey friends that I can call up at the last minute and say "hey, let's go to Hershey." That turned out to be fine, since I got the last available ticket for the game. Phew!

The ride to Hershey is a pleasant, relatively quick one. Maybe an hour and a half, tops. The Giant Center is the opposite of the Spectrum: new, clean, well lit, and sold out. I got there, downed my three shots of tequila, put on my Bronty jersey, and made my way inside.

I only saw a handful of Phantoms fans, which surprised me, since there are always a ton of Bears fans at the Philly games. Much to my surprise, I did see Shamrock Eager. Shamrock Eager is what I call this woman who has the jersey I covet most: the Ben Eager St Patrick's Day jersey from last year. I love the color green and Ben Eager, so when I see her at every game, it is all I can do to keep from tearing if off her! She and her family were standing by the visitor's bench, waiting for the players to come out for warmups. Emboldened by the tequila, I decided to join them.

They were of course, very nice. I called her Shamrock Eager and told her I loved her jersey. She said she gets complimented on it all the time. Her husband and I talked trade rumors. They liked my Bronty jersey and when the team took the ice, the husband said "there's your boy." They asked Riley for a puck, said hi to Muny and generally made me jealous.

Anyhow, this post is turning out to be longer and more boring than I hoped it would be. The point of the story is:

1. road trips are awesome
2. road trips rule, especially when your team wins
3. nobody is gonna mess with you when you are wearing a Bronty jersey