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gordonzola) wrote2004-02-12 09:08 am
gordonzola) wrote2004-02-12 09:08 am
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Warriors, come out and play.
I went to the Oakland Coliseum for the Warriors game last night. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I’d been there. As I sat in the half empty arena watching the Warriors actually win, I tried to figure it out.
It wasn’t the last time my dad took me to see the California Golden Seals, the NHL team that moved to Cleveland, merged with Minnesota then moved somewhere else. I always loved going to hockey games but I liked the Ice Capades too, so I think it was mostly the skating I liked. I never really did understand the rules.* I was a little too Californian. It was obvious to me even at 8 or whatever that everyone in attendance grew up on the East Coast or Midwest. Ice is a foreign concept to me still.
No, it was when I went to see WWF wrestling sometime in high school. It was a Hulk Hogan/Rowdy Roddy Piper extravaganza** and an excuse to get drunk. We snuck in a whole case of Meister Brau in our homemade "Rowdy Roddy Beats His Mommy!" sign with its secret compartment. You couldn’t do that in today’s post 9/11 security environment. One of my co-workers got turned away at the door of the Coliseum because she had a backpack and she didn’t wanna risk stashing it somewhere outside.
It was fun to see our store's name up in lights on the Coliseum scoreboard, I must admit.
*This is not a request to be taught the rules.
**in case you were worried, the Hulkster successfully defended his crown.
It wasn’t the last time my dad took me to see the California Golden Seals, the NHL team that moved to Cleveland, merged with Minnesota then moved somewhere else. I always loved going to hockey games but I liked the Ice Capades too, so I think it was mostly the skating I liked. I never really did understand the rules.* I was a little too Californian. It was obvious to me even at 8 or whatever that everyone in attendance grew up on the East Coast or Midwest. Ice is a foreign concept to me still.
No, it was when I went to see WWF wrestling sometime in high school. It was a Hulk Hogan/Rowdy Roddy Piper extravaganza** and an excuse to get drunk. We snuck in a whole case of Meister Brau in our homemade "Rowdy Roddy Beats His Mommy!" sign with its secret compartment. You couldn’t do that in today’s post 9/11 security environment. One of my co-workers got turned away at the door of the Coliseum because she had a backpack and she didn’t wanna risk stashing it somewhere outside.
It was fun to see our store's name up in lights on the Coliseum scoreboard, I must admit.
*This is not a request to be taught the rules.
**in case you were worried, the Hulkster successfully defended his crown.
Hockey
These wishy washy, mild-mannered limp-wristed preppy girls would suddenly turn into uber-aggressive madwomen willing to hit you--hard--in the shins. They were powerful and battle-enraged enough to knock me over, though I was at least half again the size of the average player. And the cleats! Oh, the cleats.
They had the kind of aggression that pro-wrestlers pretend to have, and they looked better in their orange kilts than Rowdy Roddy could ever hope to. Of course, they would transform back into mild-mannered, even passive goody-two-shoe maidens once again after the left the locker room. This...fascinated me.
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But what made me stop was the California Golden Seals. My parents had season tickets when I was young. I loved hockey game nights. Meeting Dad in Berkeley and heading over to Oakland. The only time I was allowed a hotdog and coke! And wonderful hockey games.
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