I'm cross posting this in the hockey forum and FCPHA thread (that really really long one in OT), so it'll be long with not many paragraph breaks and details only the hockey forum will care about and other details only the FCPHA will care about. Some of you might care about both, but I doubt it, ha.
My buddy Eric, his wife Ang, my special lady friend Rachel, and I left at 10am Sunday morning from Pittsburgh airport area to head north. I was still drunk from the night before, so Rachel drove to the whole way with a few food/gas stops. I borrowed my step-dad's Garmin GPS for the trip, which definitely came in handy many times, especially in the later days of driving here and there and there and here. We checked into our 2 rooms at Hampton Inn a few blocks from the Seneca Niagara Casino. Nice new hotel for only $84, with a pool, spa, breakfast, and nice and close to the casino. We walked to the new Crown Plaza hotel to go to a sports bar for the Steelers/Ravens game. Ate some 25 cent wings (below avg), had some beers, and watched the per-season roster Steelers play with the other 25ish Steeler fans there. After the game, the four of us went to the casino and walked around to check it out. The poker room was smaller than I expected and packed. There was a tournament winding down and a long waiting list for everything. I didn't plan to play, but I watched some weak action for 5 minutes and took off. We headed back to the hotel to hang out and headed to bed.
Monday, we woke up and hit up the breakfast. Checked out and headed to the area of our next hotel. Drove around looking for a place to eat and came across this place called "Ying's Wings and Things" (
http://www.yingswingsthings.com/ ). Crazy bar with Chinese, Mexican, subs, pizza, desserts, fried foods, etc, etc. Biggest menu I've ever seen, you name it, they had it. Crazy specials too, 50% off food if you drink at the bar. $2 shots, $2 drafts, $2 bottles, etc, etc. The 4 of us ate and drank a lot for $32, just insane. After leaving there, we headed to the beer store to stock up for the next day. We went to some beer store, picked out what we wanted, then found out they don't take out of state IDs. WTF? We had to head to a Wegman's (grocery store) to get some beers, then to the hotel to check in. Eric's boss, Dave, and his wife, Diana, had just checked in and were waiting for us there. Diana works for Hilton, so she hooked us up with a cheap room at Homewood Sweets. The 4 of us shared a nice suite, with a view of....a highway interchange.
I realized I left the only nice shirt I brought at the last hotel, which was luckily next to where we were going, so we stopped back to get it. Funny side note, when I realized I forgot it, I called and asked if it was turned in. The woman at the desk said the room wasn't cleaned yet and to call back tomorrow after 5 to see if it was turned it. I explained that I was only in town until tomorrow, plus I needed it to wear that night. She said she would have someone go check and she would call me back. She calls me back and says they found a shirt, but quizzed me on what color and make it was. I thought that was weird enough. Then, when I go to pick it up, she makes me show ID to get it. Silly WNYers!
The 6 of us then headed back to Seneca at 5:15 for our dinner reservations at la Cascata, a nice Italian place in the casino. Good eats, reasonably priced, I would recommend it to others. After dinner, we hit up the casino bar, got some cigars, walked around, drank, BSed, talked to other Pens fans, watched the cheesy but good casino bands, and had ourselves a real good time. Soon after midnight, we headed back to the hotel, since we were getting up pretty early.
Tuesday, we tried to get up at 9, but got out of bed closer to 10. We all showered, packed up, and headed out at almost 11. Stopped for some cash and snacks, then to the stadium. About 1/2 mile from the stadium (on Abbott Rd, north of the stadium, for those of you familiar), I was sick of sitting in traffic, so I headed down a side street to park. Someone had $15 signs to park in a yard. Well, I pull in and realized it's a little soft and wet, but park anyway. We get our Pens gear on (I had jeans, my buddy's Crosby jersey with a black North Face vest over, a khakis Pens ball cap with a 70s Steelers hat over it, and the Terrible Towel of course!), I mix my 2L SoCo and coke (65soco/35coke, btw), grab some beers to walk with and head to the stadium. Rachel and I didn't have tickets for the game, so I started scouting for scalpers. A few were saying they had club for $250, so I just kept walking. We came across one scalper with 3 of his buddies who said he had great seats for $175, so I stopped to talk to him. They were in the corner of an end zone, 10 rows up. He shows me on the chart and says "Look how close they are, these are great seats!" I tried to explain to him that they were terrible because they were too low and weren't worth $175, so he offered me $150 each. I said no and he said "What do you know? Have you ever been to a hockey game before?" I laughed in his face and said "About a million more than you've all been to combined!" A couple blocks closer to the stadium, a scalper had 2 seats for $100/each in row 7 of section 131. I knew they'd be too low to see the rink, but I just wanted in at this point. We bought them and headed to the stadium to check out things around in the parking lots. We stood around and I started many "LET'S GO PENS!" chants when other Pens fans came by.
We headed into the game, got a snack and a beer and went to our seats. We were in line with the goal line, on the corner that the Pens came on/off the rink. As I expected, the seats were low and we couldn't see the ice. The video screen was to our left, the same way the rink was, so we didn't have to turn much to look from one to the other at least. O Canada and God Bless America was insane and sent chills up my spine. Some Sabres fans heckled me a little, but most in good fun. A fat, drunk Sabres fan (wearing a Bills hat, might I add) a few rows up yelled at me before the game started...
Drunk Sabres Fan: Put that Steelers stuff down, this is a hockey game!
Me: And you're wearing a Bills hat!?!
DSF: Sidney Crosby is a pussy!
Me: You do know what Bills stands for, right?
DSF: ......
Me: Boy I Love Losing Super Bowls!
(everyone around is laughing at him)
DSF: Go back to Shits-burgh...
Me: Good come back, I'll go back and look at our Stanley Cups and Super Bowl trophies after the game is over.
Good times. The Pens score 21 (right?) seconds into the game, before a lot of people had gotten to their seats. We cheered and chanted with the Pens fans scattered here and there. 2 Sabres fans behind me knew the team pretty well, so at breaks we talked about this and that on each team. I was lucky to sit by people that actually knew what they were talking about and were there to see a good game.
Rachel and I ran at ice cuts/period breaks to get many beers and restroom stops. I was happy about all the breaks, because I missed very little of the action. Not much to report from the rest of the game, except the always smart fans that yell things like "Crosby sucks!" and creative stuff like that. After Crosby scored to win it, the Pens fans jumped around and yelled and high fived each other for a while. I shook the the hands of the 2 fans behind me as they were leaving. Rachel and I headed over seats to go to the front row. Just as we were getting there, the players were started to come off the ice. We were 25ish yards from them, yelling their names as they came off. The music was on by then, so I didn't think any of them would hear me. When Colby Armstrong came off, I was yelling "Colby!" and waving my towel. He turned and looked, walked some more, then turned again when I yelled. He looked right at me and stopped by a security guard. He pointed toward me and I could see him ask "Can I go over there?" The security guard looked at us, then looked back, said "No." and shook his head. Colby said something else to him as he was pointing to me and the security guard looked at me again and back at Colby. Colby handed him his stick and the security guard jogged it over and handed it to me. I was yelling "Colby, I love you man!" when he gave it to me. I gave him the fist/chest pound and pointed to him. He did it back laughing as he walked away. It was sweet. Rachel was freaking out jumping up and down and yelling she loved him. I would have let him go at her...ha. We waited for Sid to come off, but he was swarmed by people and walked right to the locker room.
We left the stadium and met up with Eric/Ang outside. We walked and chanted "Let's go Pens!" some more on the way to our car. We get to where we parked and it was worse than I thought. There was a full sized Ford and a Chevy TrailBlazer both buried in the mud 8-10". It was baaaaad. I had a straight shot from my spot, about 40-45 feet of ruts and mud and water until the driveway. The problem was, on the other side of the driveway was the house, so if I overshot it, I would hit it. I rocked it back and forth about 5-6' to pack in a good take off spot, put the windows down, then went at it. I don't know how I didn't get stuck, but I sure made a mess on the Jeep and got through it (while giving it a Dukes of Hazzard redneck YeeeeeeHaaaaaaaw, might I add). We changed out of our warm clothes on the road and helped some drunk guy from Toronto get his car off the snow pile his girlfriend got it stuck on. I then yelled to the Ford truck guy "It's a Jeep thing!" and he responded with a "F YOU!" haha
Rachel realized she forgot her purse at the hotel (WHO forgets things at hotels? The dumbass!) so we had to head back 20 mins north to pick it up. For a shirt...they ask for ID, for a purse...nothing, ha. We hit the road and head west on 90 towards Erie, PA. The roads were baaaaaad. At some points, max speed was 30-35. For most of it, I was moving along pretty good compared to the other drivers, especially the ones in cars. We stopped at the Angola rest stop (the one on 90 that you take the walk bridge over the interstate) and it was like being at Mellon Arena. All Penguins fans going back to the 'Burgh. I saw 2 people there that I knew from back home, that told me they saw me on the jumbotron during the game....niiiiiiice! We ate, and headed out, stopping one more time in PA to stretch. It took us about 6.5 hours to get home. I got to bed at about 1am and that was it.
Great time, great atmosphere. So glad I decided to go.