Stick, Stone, Net; Clusterpuck
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sakon76Went with in-laws last night to an ice hockey game. Their preferred hotel is actually right across the street from the Honda Center, so we walked across.
Fuck but I'd forgotten how much I hate the upper tier seating at the Honda Center. I don't know the actual angle of the stadium seating, but it feels like it's sixty degrees sharp or so and there is nothing to stop you, no railings or anything, should you trip and fall.
Hello, panic attack. It's been 10+ years since I've seen you. How have you been?
After I got over things enough to watch the game, it was actually interesting. It's like, take a soccer game. Make the goals smaller. Give everyone helmets, body armor, a great big whacking stick, and a small, hard projectile. Then strap knives on their feet and shove them on the ice. And at times let them devolve into seven-year-olds as they all cluster at one spot trying to get the puck. It's also a fascinating exercise in near-frictionless physics as you watch the puck karoom from one end of the rink to the other and corner the curves.
Home team (The Mighty Ducks) won 4-1 against the visiting team (The Phoenix Coyotes). I wonder what studies reveal about home team advantage? Psychologically there must be one, with the majority of the stadium rooting for you. Though I would think ice hockey, being an indoor sport, doesn't have as much of a variance of physical arena as, say, baseball, where stadiums being oriented different ways can change windflow paths, so home field advantage wouldn't matter so much in that aspect.
Every five minutes, it seemed, a team of half-naked girls ("Power Players") came out with snow shovels to clear the ice. *rolls eyes* The video screens promoted their swimsuit calendar. Now, pimping a calendar of the actual players I could understand. This, however, and their mere skimpily-clad presence, was beyond the pale. It wasn't just me and my feminist ways, either; Wonderful Husband said he also found it/them highly offensive.
So that was my evening at ice hockey. Fortunately when we go back in a week for a different event, our seats will be on the arena's bottom tier....
Fuck but I'd forgotten how much I hate the upper tier seating at the Honda Center. I don't know the actual angle of the stadium seating, but it feels like it's sixty degrees sharp or so and there is nothing to stop you, no railings or anything, should you trip and fall.
Hello, panic attack. It's been 10+ years since I've seen you. How have you been?
After I got over things enough to watch the game, it was actually interesting. It's like, take a soccer game. Make the goals smaller. Give everyone helmets, body armor, a great big whacking stick, and a small, hard projectile. Then strap knives on their feet and shove them on the ice. And at times let them devolve into seven-year-olds as they all cluster at one spot trying to get the puck. It's also a fascinating exercise in near-frictionless physics as you watch the puck karoom from one end of the rink to the other and corner the curves.
Home team (The Mighty Ducks) won 4-1 against the visiting team (The Phoenix Coyotes). I wonder what studies reveal about home team advantage? Psychologically there must be one, with the majority of the stadium rooting for you. Though I would think ice hockey, being an indoor sport, doesn't have as much of a variance of physical arena as, say, baseball, where stadiums being oriented different ways can change windflow paths, so home field advantage wouldn't matter so much in that aspect.
Every five minutes, it seemed, a team of half-naked girls ("Power Players") came out with snow shovels to clear the ice. *rolls eyes* The video screens promoted their swimsuit calendar. Now, pimping a calendar of the actual players I could understand. This, however, and their mere skimpily-clad presence, was beyond the pale. It wasn't just me and my feminist ways, either; Wonderful Husband said he also found it/them highly offensive.
So that was my evening at ice hockey. Fortunately when we go back in a week for a different event, our seats will be on the arena's bottom tier....
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Date: 2011-12-16 06:55 am (UTC)Sorry about the panic attack. =/ TOTES know what you're talking about, though, with the angle of shit and the OMG-CAN'T-FALL-NOTHING-TO-CATCH-ME feeling. And I /don't/ get panics attacks and am not acrophobic. That kind of seating is just dangerous and stupid. >,<;;; Okay, maybe not "stupid" but still . . . dangerous.
LMFAO, though - what little I know of hockey, your description fits to a T.
And yeah, the superfluous pretty-girls... *gnashes teeth*
*HUGGLES*