Friday at the Garden...

One day, two teams, one arena....

Such tradition could only happen in New England. An early afternoon start for the Bruins was perfect for a rabid fanbase with a suprisingly hot team to cheer. After a freak goal against the run of play early in the first period, the New York Islanders wished they had still been eating leftovers. The second and third periods were all Bruins. 7 goals by 6 players paved the way for a demolition of epic holiday proportions. Last year such an onslaught was rarer then the occaisonal slim female Bruin fan. This year, the goals and the south end hoochies are out in force. Plus, you have not lived until you wait to take a piss with 75 other Bruin fans in one of the Garden's horrendously inadaquate restrooms on the balcony level. I concluded the Bruins part of the program by watching the B's drive their huge SUV's out of the players parking lot with a group of kids, their parents, and the aformentioned south end hoochies.

Intermission: 3 1/2 hours at The Fours, eating an overpriced "Larry Bird" and chatting it up with some overexurberant BU girls. One was "an education major". Needless to say, she hung of my every word of my ever growing "Tales of the Classroom Chronicles". The finance boys in the crowd could only talk about "the ups' and downs". I had the cranberry juice, and the natural diarectic jokes only subsided when I made it rain...Most bizarre moment-When I predicted out of the blue that Nebraska would miss the field goal, only to see them try an awful fake that ended in the freak UC touchdown. Ridonculous. I triumphantly left the bar to pick up my Cs tickets and wait in line.

I bought a new Celtics hat. Its fresh.

There actually isn't much to say about the game itself. The C's were dominent defensively, early dunks by Perk and KG blew the roof off the building, and Ray Allen's huge third quarter rendered a terrible evening by the Truth moot as the game was over for all intent and purposes by the start of the fourth. The constant calls for Scalabrine to shoot were ridiculous, until he popped out and drained a three, once again sending the crowd into a tizzy late in the fourth. In the end, the game ha a little bit of everything.

Conclusions from the day:
The better the team, the more hot female support the team gets. It was my first Garden experience under these consitions. This sounds great on the surface, but coupled with the over the top intensity of the family friendly atmosphere promoted in both games, this drastically alters the experience. The result is a unqiue dicotomy for professional sports as MMA takes the mantle as the most unsanitized sporting experience for fans from boxing. 10 of the 12 people in my row were on dates. The garden is not the place to expect a roudy good time.

In this time of economic crisis, the NBA is pricing out the fans bigtime. I sat in the same section and row for both games. After taxes I paid 20 bucks more for the Cs game. The majority of the lower bowl was corporate, and my center balcony section was all yuppie dudes and their neuveau riche girlfriends. Now this doesn't nessesarily mean the environment was comparable to the Rent or the Civic Center for a UConn game, as there weren't many grandparents out for their weekly trip from the home. However, there was a reason that the crowd for the B's game was in line out of North Station 2 1/2 hours before the game and I was the first in line for the C's game 60 minutes before the tip.


Th separation between myself and the city of Boston is healthy. I would not be able to function if I lived there. As anestitized as the games were, both teams took their performances to the next level. The final three Bruins goals were as poetic as anything that ahas ever been written. David Krejcis goal was as supreme an individual effort as the NHL has seen all season and Kessel's goal showed this team may have what it takes. Big test tonight aginast the Red Wings...


The Intro's were not as good as last season.

One of the celtics ball boys hit 5 of 6 from beyond he arch before the game, and couldn't have been older then 12. I'm assuming he was directly relate to one of the players, becuase while short, he looked far more prepared for the league then say, any current member of the Duke mens team.



In the words of O'Shea Jackson, it was a good day....