Warriors, come out and play.

[gordonzola]

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.

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[whimsicalpops.livejournal.com]

Oh christ! The big green snake down the front of his mask!!! You are making me go down memory lane. Do you remember that Bing Crosby was a owner at one point? I think everyone was a owner at one point. I saw him once at a game but I always saw Charles Schulz because he had season tickets and sat down and right from us. I have a Seals program signed by him somewhere. He drew Snoopy on the front.