Last minute changes in plans last night lead Deb and I to a whole lot of fun at the Verizon Center. P and Red called me up and let me know that he had a couple of extra tickets if we wanted to go to see the Caps play the Flyers last night. We weren’t all that sure if we wanted to ditch our existing plans and go at first… that was until P explained the tickets to us. The tickets that he had were for a suite that were given to him from Mrs. Boudreau (the coach’s wife for those of you who don’t know). So once we heard about the suite we decided that going to a Caps game and having our own little box was a chance that wasn’t going to come around every day so we had to go for it.
P’s job as a bartender at one of the better restaurants in DC pays off so many times and I have no qualms with enjoying the fruits of his labor. I really do think this was the night where I became to spoiled to enjoy going to a hockey game in any other way. Being able to stand up when you want to, walk around when you want to and have our own bathroom was just too good. Seriously, the Caps scored a goal and I just had to run to the can and I was back in my seat in about 45 seconds. That is priceless.
The game was an incredible one even though we didn’t come away with the win. But the Caps were on the backend of back-to-back nights and they looked pretty sluggish for most of the game… especially Ovechkin. I don’t think I have seen him look much worse. Usually leaving a game with a loss feels bad but in this case I was actually happy that we left with at least a point. And you don’t get many more exciting games. Coming back from down 3-1 to tie it and then coming back to tie it again at 4…it was crazy, crazy stuff. I still haven’t regained all of my voice. We didn’t look particularly good in the shoot-out but hey, a point is a point and we are still in First place…so it isn’t all bad.
But we really had a great time at the game. So thanks for having us hitch a ride for the fun, P. Hopefully there will be at least one game this season where there isn’t a kid sitting right next to us so you can let all of the F-bombs fly without the dirty looks that accompany them.
Lets Go Caps! Only 41 days until the Winter Classic.