ONE MORE YEAR. PLEASE.

If there is a sport that I love more than any other, it's hockey.


I love me some hockey.


I also love me some hockey players.  Although they prefer that I love them from a distance of at least 150 feet.


Party poopers.


Anyway.


My daughter, Thing 2, shares my love of hockey.  TheManTheMyth and Thing 1 do Not.


Philistines.


Anyway.


What with the love that Thing 2 and I share for hockey, you'd think that we'd be season ticket holders for Our Team, the Anaheim Ducks or at least attend as many games as possible.


You'd be wrong.


I have gone entire SEASONS without attending a single game.  Which kills me but shit happens.


This year, I vowed that I would go to at least ONE game and as the clock ticked on the regular season and it became apparent that my team would not make the playoffs, I threw caution to the wind and bought tickets to last night's final home game.

Which means we'll be eating cereal and soup all week but dammit, I NEEDED my hockey.


Here is a view from our seats, which came with oxygen masks because we were WAAAAAY up there in the nosebleed section:

And those weren't the cheapest seats, either.


It was Fan Appreciation Night and there were thousands of prizes and goodies being given out as well as actual game jerseys given to a handful of lucky fans after the game.

Guess who didn't win a single thing?  Not even a coupon for a haircut, let alone Jonas Hiller's game jersey.  I would have traded Thing 1 for that jersey.

The three of us (Thing 2, her sidekick Sara and I) had a great time despite coming home empty handed:

Gee, and you wonder why the demented woman pictured above is not allowed anywhere near the players.

I promised Thing 2 that we would try to make it to at least one game a month next season.

We're hoping that Teemu Selanne will hold off on retiring and give us just One More Year.  


Last night, the cheers and chants of "One More Year" even delayed the dropping of the puck.  Even Thing 2 said that's the loudest she's ever heard the crowd at Honda Center.


Come back, Teemu.  Just One More Year.

I'M RICH!

Rich in love, that is.

At least, that's what I told TheManTheMyth when we discovered that we were NOT the winners of the largest lottery jackpot in human history.

That we matched a grand total of ONE number.  Out of 10 tickets.

ONE. FUCKING. NUMBER.

But we're rich in love, I told him. 

And he laughed and laughed and laughed.

And laughed.

So it doesn't look as if I'll be getting my classic arcade Skee Ball game any time soon.

Or buying season tickets for the Anaheim Ducks so that I could stare in adoration at Jonas Hiller.  Which I will do tomorrow when I go and see Jonas and the rest of the Ducks in their final season game.  Yeah, they didn't make the playoffs. 


But SPEAKING of Jonas Hiller, whom I love and adore and would happily bear his children if I wasn't already married and spayed and let alone actually MET him (details, schmetails), I hope you stampeded to the NHL.com website so you could vote for my man, Jonas, to be on the cover of  EA Sports NHL13.  I promised him I'd stump for him. 

And don't tell me that you voted instead for someone else on some OTHER team.  I said to Vote for Hiller and that means, VOTE FOR HILLER.

Now get out there and VOTE FOR HILLER!!!

DO IT!!! VOTE FOR HILLER!!!