Last night at the Sharks game, there was big adventure to be had. I was there as Dawn's escort, she's on the Jr Girls team I help coach, they were playing a 2 minute exhibition between periods. There was much hassle in getting the kids there, being escorted to the dressing room 2 hours before the game started, then going to our (free!) seats in half of their gear. On the way to our seats, we saw a bunch of the Edmonton Oilers stretching in their little Oilers jumpsuits (these fine garments look a lot like my dad's pajamas). Once in our seats, 1 mile off the ice, the girls had to leave 5 minutes into the 1st period to finish getting dressed. They got all ready and headed to the ice entrance, where many of them became very nervous. I was all excited, I've never been so close to an NHL game, I about wet myself when they had a face off not 15 feet away from us and when two guys crashed into the boards RIGHT THERE before my eyes. I look up and see that Glen's section is right in front of me, so I whip out the cell phone to tell him "LOOK AT ME! I'M OVER HERE!" when Elise, one of our skaters, starts crying, she's so nervous (gee, why? You're only about to play hockey in an NHL arena before 10,000 fans. The phone ringing, my moment of Glen Glory at hand, I hang up the phone and hug Elise, telling her to imagine all those people in their underwear.

As I'm standing there, I feel a full body check and spin around to shout "HEY!" but notice that it's Sharky, the mascot, who will be skating with the girls. Note: there seems to be more than one Sharky, one who skates and one who runs around like a moron.

The girls played great and I made myself useful by taking pictures through those cool holes in the glass for the press with my friend Christina's camera.