GB and I went to our very first NHL game last night. Our seats were okay, not nose bleed but not close enough to see nose bleeds during a fight, but who cares the game was fun, and the eye candy was great.

I am not sure how I made it this far in life without realizing the pros attached to attending pro sports games. As a kid I went to my dad’s hockey and baseball games all the time. When I was little I spent most of my time running around with all the other kids who’s dads were playing hockey, baseball, curling, lawn bowling ... whatever. As I got older I did watch some plays between games of tag and hide and seek. Last night I was there just to watch the game and believe it or not I actually enjoyed watching the game. To be honest I got up from my seat at least 4 times to get beer, or junk food or get rid of beer, but for the 35 minutes or so that I was actually watching I was into the game. I found myself yelling things like “shoot the puck” or “nooooo” and commenting with GB that our team was not playing well together tonight.

Going to an event like this with GB is perfect because we both have about the same attention span so just as we were getting bored we would take some time to assess and criticize the people sitting around us. The best being the man we called GB’s new boyfriend who had a peach fuzz mustache, the beginning of a mullet and sandals. GB put it best … “That is wrong 365 days of the year.” Oh how right you are.

Tonight I am off to the theatre, a very different event for sure. I will not be yelling shoot or “NOOOOOO” – but I may screaming "noooo" inside my head. And tonight my date will be Mr. Awesome not GB. One would think that Awesome would have wanted the hockey tickets and GB the theatre tickets, but sometimes life surprises you and the jock wants to see theatre and the gay man wants to go to hockey.

TTFN

The Single Girl